Several projects on the go and skipping from one to the other. I think they link up in an obtuse way: sound work and writing a journal article about holes; of building a performance space in the old toilet and writing a paper on interdisciplinarity, of getting rejections and making new proposals.
Time is no longer slow or fast.
I am running.
Pushing things to do into available time.
Time doesn’t expand.
Fixed, immoveable, immobile.
Measured by energy not hands of the clock.
I dreamt last night a complete-with-dialogue film, in colour and fully cast script and woke up in tears. It makes one question ones brain sometimes, just where did it come from? Wish, however, I had dreamt a completed paper! It would make today simpler.
I have not had much time in the studio lately but now realise that what I thought was wasted time is erroneous. Subconsciously, ideas and thoughts wander round your brain wherever you are. The studio, for me, is a place of all emotions and activity, not just creativity. It is where I write, build, play, do nothing much, read, plan, apply, research, in no particular order. I can still do my photographic series, draw everyday, write my blog and read, they don’t need the studio space. Karen Barad writes ‘Thinking is neither a line drawn between subject, object nor a revolving of one around the other. Rather, thinking takes place in the relationship of territory and earth’ (Meeting the Universe Halfway: Quantum Physics and the Entanglement of Matter and Meaningp.85).For me, it inspires a broader outlook, more abstraction and, my favourite saying, the what-if’s. The other quote which I cannot place is ‘Artwork that works calls one to encounter’. Beginning to build installations this week, I keep these two quotes close by to continually question myself but also to take leaps into the unknown and remember what I am trying to do beyond my immediate actions.
