Extracts from our conversation presented as a stream of consciousness. The two accompanying images depict public placements of some of the text extracts.
Three is the magic number so they say. Where’s my pen. Where’s my tea.
How does the chat inform the practice?
What are we capturing?
RECAPTURING
Collective memory. The draw of Collective practice.
You must acknowledge there is a privilege to dropping out; some don’t have a choice.
Health.
Clap.
Warm.
Be…..okay.
SOLIDARITY AS A CONCEPT ERODES ALONGSIDE A NATIONS HEALTH SERVICE
Systems not functioning. Normalising behaviours.
Patients as customers. Students as customers.
Fungi. Fungi. Fungi.
Does this lead to art making?
Shutdown and Shielded from information in order to process the day-to-day.
I NEED TIME TO SIT WITH NOTHINGNESS.
Non publicness. Subtitles on Skype. Whatever next!
Everyone likes post. Maybe this can be the anchor. Postal projects to bridge our gaps.
Words can pull us together.
Poems on a window written in mud. Phrases plastered upon a wall.
EMBODY YOUR VALUES.
(Wash your mitts).
Reading/Reference:
“All About Love” (Book), “For Health Autonomy” (Book) and “Fucking Good Art” (Collective).
