i was driving around Nottingham, trying to find the gallery, when it occurred to me i had no idea where i was going. just behind that big arena thingy i thought. easy. it was easy to find the big arena, that certainly got me thinking i’d not got a clue where the gallery was.
a check on the phone and a road was known.
blind luck got me there and on foot found the gallery. it was hid behind two buses. i’m assured the buses are only there temporarily.
after a confusing quietness, faces appeared and dialogue followed. reassurances for the quietness of communication and ‘here’s your space’ have moved my thinking forward.
again i struggle with the notion of critical. it was talked about within the degree, i never really got it, a bit like how you can have an intuitive reason to do / make something that then becomes research for what then follows. why didn’t i get that during the course either? i think it’s some difficulty of picking up on stuff, because i’m being told stuff. it’s a defined condition, i didn’t truly realise the impact of it.
lots of good conversation. lots to do.
