Rain delayed artistic activity today as we put up the 'Street Art' exhibition which saw the launch of the Contemporary Jersey Arts website. Although we were slightly disapointed by the downpour we were abel to put the work up, cover it and take a coffee in Cafe Society whilst the sky emptied itself in mid July. Whilst sipping on our mochas, espressos and other caffeinated delights, the manager spoke of his concerns for the street. "It usually looks like a back entrance which is a shame because it is a main entrance to our market. These big chain shops, next and monsoon, neglect their displays and they used to dress them..." He explained that any improvement to the branded but otherwise blanked out shop windows was an improvement to the cobbled street. There is huge potential for this site but perhaps fast food chains and mass retail departments see only logos and adverts for percentages and discounts, on the quickly shifting season's delights, as worthy of window space. People walk by, faces, shoulders, mouths and eyes down turned, hunched over in the rain. They look to the floor and not at the art on display. The first comment of the day, as the sun appeared, went down like a lead balloon, but as the voice in question did not pause to look at the work I have decided to put it down to a passing comment of rudeness. Putting your work on display to an unknown audience always makes you feel vulnerable. Highlights of the day were the bollard plinths and the disintegrating sculptures of vile figurines. Such shock and surprise when the figurines tumbled to the ground on contact with the spacially unaware. The expressions were priceless and it re-enforced observations of how closely people pay attention to their surroundings and also the mental value they attribute to the noise of shattering ceramic objects. Tomorrow we will aim for closer digital documentation of the mishaps. As the sun emerged the audience became increasingly relaxed. A friday in St Helier, the unwinding of the office armies and early weekend consumerists began to acknowledge the image on the edge of their peripheral vision. Glances became head movemnets which drifted into conversation and then pauses in activity and their original agendas. As the heat rose and 5pm approached a good atmosphere emerged. Tomorrow we will see how our artwork is absorbed when the world is at play. Will people stop to look longer at our visual comments on this world? Or, will they hurry past, with greater urgency, returning not to the office but to fill their need to spend more money on material wealth?