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No. He’ll drop the stuff and leave.

Jem Badhuri

I’ll pay for him to wait, then drop it back at my place after.

Ludya Parak

We haven’t decided what we’re doing with it, right, Jonathan?

Jonathan Danners

It might be that we *have* to get rid of it, Jem. Once the event’s over, it’s just a length of damaged fabric covered in paper, glue, paint and resin. I’m sure your parents don’t have room.

Jem Badhuri

I’m keeping the clay head.

To: Central St Martins College of Art

From: Jemisha Badhuri

Date: 9 May 2024

Subject: Employer enquiry re: a former student

Dear Sir/Madam,

I am a gallery owner considering hiring the services of an artist who claims to have studied at your institution. I wonder if you could confirm her claims are true and that the grade she states on her CV is indeed the grade she achieved.

Her name is Alyson Lang and she is forty-four years old, which would make her year of graduation around twenty-two years ago. As Lang may be her married name, perhaps search for someone who spells Alyson with a y?

I would very much appreciate your soonest response.

Best,

Jemisha Badhuri

Doodle message group [Private] Patrick and Jem, 9 May 2024:

Patrick Bright

How are you getting along, Jem? We haven’t spoken so much recently. It’s all gone a bit dark, has it not?

Jem Badhuri

What do you mean by ‘dark’?

Patrick Bright

I mean, we’re all in our personal hell. I’m making resin bits and papier-mâché. Trying to work on a sketch for Assignment Six, but there’s that much dried glue and paper fibres, hardener and all sorts of rubbish stuck to my fingers. Can barely hold a pencil.

Jem Badhuri

I’m not in hell. Finished the RD8 soundscape ages ago. The head is almost done. Enjoying Assignment Six.

Patrick Bright

Good for you. The head looks awesome, by the way. Perfect reminder of humanity for guests who’ve come through the technocentric tunnel unscathed.