impossebility of telling…
I wanted to write more, so much more, but my temporary job has been so non-stop that I feel like a zip file, all packed full of information, impressions, encounters, thoughts, notes, images…it wil take some time to decompress it all…and find words that make sense of the whole experience…
But should the words do that?
Leah Wild, sociologist I interviewed, and whose lectures ‘Sociology of the Body’ I enjoyed immensly (I hope to post excerpts from our interview here at a later date) said that language is not adequate to describe the fragmented experiences of our lives as through language we try to explain, make sense, and follow its own logic. While I agree that language imposes its own rules and regs, (Foucault, and semiotics and post-structuralists sprint through mind at high speed) I also wonder how to use words, eg in the blogging style of writing, to translate-process-create stories, of our artistic practices. Also, feel more and more that it is in this tension of ‘making sense’ that my artistic labour lies. What has the residency been about beyond the immediate concern with work and labour? Can it be told yet? How to tell it?
The fragments – the instances – the moments of encounter – short relationships – spaces shared, exchanged – access to all areas – this is not North nor is it West – I have been working for 10 years – hand shake – hierarchies – structures – routines – access to all areas – labour valued and labour under valued – educated guest – educated guess – chance – event – knowledge – knowledge – knowledge – action, change, impact – comitment – political position – value – retribution – experimentation – performance – corridors – photography – economy of value – ethnography of value – making sense – making a living – living in making – the visible – the invisible – the told – the untold…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
