I always return to this space in a time of uncertain desperation, like a second-to-last resort. like I've just retruned from a fake holiday that has dragged on for too long that I've forgotten what real-time is like. perhaps I've never known it. Here I make feeble attempts to claw my way back up again, flailing my vague arms around, maybe I'll even reach some fruit that is low-hanging, maybe they will taste hopeful.
I feel I have been hovering around the galaxy train for so long in the process of the paper I hardly know what I am DOING, what I am MAKING, around it... I feel I have been STATIC, UNMOVING for so long... 'I' need to shout now, I NEED to MOVE myself and whoever has the means to listen.
for the publication project (sort of in extension from our papers) natasha and I had a crazy, almost-manic brainstorm, it felt like we were on the brink of some strange genius it was blinding. but it probably sounded insane from the outside. we were looking at stephen king's 'rage' about a school shooting that was pulled out of print due to perhaps inspiring four separate occasions of real-life shootings, and gathering the pieces of writing that surrounds the event but isn't the event. that there is the concept of 'A' and 'B'-side, the surrounding bits around the 'A' that we are interested in... when you take away the violent event of the 'A', the essence of it transfers into the 'B' and MAKES IT EERIE...
this exercise of republishing text, and bringing language in a physical context is exactly what I'm doing in my studio practice.. and it is challenging. I looked into fiona banner and sean landers' work as suggested in my assessment feedback which has given me a lot of inspiration.. I feel I want to bring painting in again.. perhaps not in so representative terms... I think there is a really lovely way of having painting support text in the same space or vice versa. or even printing manipulated photographs...