I haven't come up with a plan for washing dishes yet & I wake up dreading the thought that I'm going to have to engage with mountain of dirty plates and cutlery. A few pots of hot water later and I soon work out a system which is almost enjoyable and it helps pass the time.
Just as I'm about to tuck into another omelette for breakfast a seal pops its head out of the Liffey and casts a gentle eye over my island. He's got a beautiful, benign spirit and I feel blessed that he acknowledged my presence here.
At 12 I do a twitter interview with The Journal_ie. Somebody asks,'Given that you are only relating with the river what does it say back?'. I answer that the Liffey would like one lane of traffic on the north quays turned into a ribbon of green, a 3KM long park connecting the Phoenix Park with the sea.
Lunch is a bowl of instant noodles which taste amazing! Food seems to taste so much better when prepared & eaten outdoors.
In the afternoon I read some Robinson Crusoe (he's now in Brazil) and lie down and watch the clouds. I think I fall asleep for a while but when I come to I get an idea to write some statements about my stay in my book with a thick, black Posca marker. Each sentence covers one page and is therefore limited to a maximum of eight words. The sun is out and writing keeps me busy for a few hours.
I notice a young man has been watching me from the quays for quite some time, it's hard to make out what he's doing but later he sends me a message on twitter including a photo of the picture he was painting of my island installation. His name is Jason Purcell and he's a student at NCAD.
Twitter is amazing, I have never fully understood its reach until now. A resident of one of the apartments overlooking No Man's Land also sends on fantastic photos of my sandy knoll taken from her balcony. The absolute best thing about doing a project like this is that you realise how many genuinely helpful people are out there, dozens of people like Jason & Estelle have gone out of their way to assist my work. I'm incredibly grateful to you all.
Night falls, the lights on the Sam Beckett Bridge flicker on and I wash down my pasta with a couple of glasses of red wine (alcohol also tastes a whole load better in the outdoors!).