I am already nervous for our montage. This is our second trial: Graz, and somehow the most difficult one, all what we did is going to crystalize on the spot. This strange feeling in the stomach appears every time I am about to set up a piece; it is a combination of excitement, anguish and hope. The sort of feeling you experiment when something good or bad is about to happen, as if some butterflies were flying on the stomach.
Wikipedia has a physical explanation…
“Butterflies in the stomach is the physical sensation in humans of a “fluttery” feeling in the stomach, caused by a reduction of blood flow to the organ. This is as a result of the release of adrenaline in the fight-or-flight response, which causes increased heart rate and blood pressure, consequently sending more blood to the muscles”
I don’t really know if it is a physiological reaction, but this strange fear keeps the work renovating itself, it seems that in each attempt to set up a piece, you become somebody new, somebody else.