There’s been much guff talked between us and the crew about the balance between an arts residency and “reality” tv over the last week and a half.
Watching the screening last night – and then being filmed lived as the results rolled in (or maybe trickled, they reckoned they didn’t know how many public votes there were).
The camera can record facts – and then it constructs another kind of reality. Facts can be juggled and manipulated to make up someone else’s idea of what the story is or should be.
So work that was made in the studio the other night was represented in a way that fitted someone else’s viewpoint.
This is nothing new, but interesting to watch when you are the subject.
The edit is a powerful thing.
I will be wearing my whore heels in a bar tonight, launching a fictional new product on an unsuspecting public.
And my mum’s suggesting I get wax ear plugs to cut out those 6am builders.
