We’re over half way through the festival and I definitely feel time’s winged chariots at my back. I’m also feeling increasingly frustrated but it’s not a bad frustration – it’s really forcing me to think about the difficulty of communication, and the fine line between an invitation or an instruction, how we feel when we’re ignored, how we feel when told or asked to do something that doesn’t fit with our present aim. How art that’s not invited, not in a gallery space can intrude.
How can you talk to people who aren’t inclined to listen. Who are there for their own aims not mine. Should they be made to? How does the balance shift according to different locations and situations.
I’m going to carry on thinking and I confess I have a plan but in the meantime this post’s link is here.