Dear Martin,
Thank you for your recent application for the Gesture Intervention / Live Art call out.
Unfortunately, on this occasion your application has been unsuccessful. We received over 60 high quality applications but could only choose 2 of these; shortlisting those who we considered to have addressed some of the meanings portrayed through a Gesture in the most innovative way and those who would most creatively engage with a broad cross-section of the public. We also selected applications that we felt would complement one another.
Thank you for your interest in the project and please do apply for any future opportunities with us.
Best wishes,
Never heard of her.
“Social learning is visual theft. If I can learn from watching you I can steal your best ideas and without having to invest the time and energy that you did into developing them (Wired for Culture, The Natural History of Human Cooperation, Mark Pagel, 2012).”
“I keep remembering this strange little story I heard in Sunday school when I was about the size of a fire hydrant. It takes place in China or Korea or someplace like that. It seems there was this old farmer outside a village in the hill country who worked his farm with only his son and his beloved horse. One day the horse, who was not only beloved but vital to the labour-intensive work on the farm, picked the lock on his corral or whatever and ran off into the hills. All the old farmer’s friends came around to exclaim what bad luck this was. The farmer only shrugged and said, “Good luck, bad luck, who knows?” A couple of days later the beloved horse returned from the hills in the company of a whole priceless herd of wild horses, and the farmer’s friends all come around to congratulate him on what good luck the horse’s escape turned out to be. “Good luck, bad luck, who knows?” is all the farmer says in reply, shrugging. The farmer now strikes me as a bit Yiddish-sounding for an old Chinese farmer, but this is how I remember it. But so the farmer and his son set about breaking the wild horses, and one of the horses bucks the son off his back with such wild force that the son breaks his leg. And here come the friends to commiserate with the farmer and curse the bad luck that had ever brought these accursed wild horses on to his farm. The old farmer just shrugs and says: “Good luck, bad luck, who knows?” A few days later the Imperial Sino-Korean Army or something like that comes marching through the village, conscripting every able-bodied male between 10 and 60 for cannon-fodder for some hideously bloody conflict that’s apparently brewing, but when they see the son’s broken leg, they let him off on some sort of feudal 4-F, and instead of getting shanghaied the son stays on the farm with the old farmer. Good luck? Bad luck? (David Foster Wallace)”
Hi Martin,
Hope all’s well with you.
Thank you very much for taking the time to apply to our Art and Anthropology seminar.
We found your ideas very interesting, but sadly will not be able to host your presentation on this occasion. We have a limited time frame over the afternoon, and had to select a range of speakers whose work would complement each other’s. However, if you would be interested in coming to the seminar as a delegate, then we would be very pleased to have you along.
Thanks again, and best wishes.
Phil Owen and Matt Webber.
Hello,
Thank you for your recent proposal for the FON Air Radio Micro-Commissions 2012/13.
We had an unprecedented response to the call and have found the selection process particularly challenging with many high – quality applications having to be reluctantly declined.
Unfortunately you have not been successful this time but we are grateful for the interest you have shown and hope that you will consider applying for further opportunities with us when they arise.
Best wishes,
Andrew
