Forgive me friends; for I have sinned.
In front of me lies a pile of discarded bodies (abstract bodies; no need to call the police). I felt very strongly for some of those abstracts and yet I failed to secure them a prestigious spot on the wall that makes up our very first #BILTEUR2017 programme. For what it’s worth, I know my committee-in-crime feels the same way.
With more than 200 submissions; and only room for around 70+, this was not just going to be killing off our babies; it was going to be a bloody massacre; and so begins this week’s Committee Confessions.
Like all confessions, let me take you back to the Thursday last week when my first BILT workshop began. While Wednesday was sunny, with nothing but blue skies over the city of Aarhus, today was different; it was cold, the wind tried to pull off the beard of this BIMvikings face; and the sky was dark and grey; little did I know that this was a foreshadowing of things to come. Instead excitement filled my mind as I was…