This kind of language which describes an event for all and reminiscent of Anti university session descriptions is not a universal language. To exercise my brain I pick it apart.
‘ “Colour differs from substance. Is colour always lyric? We are not sure. It seems to consist of the detritus from natural history stuck into sentiment. For example, it is said that among humans, women are colourful. Nothing more needs to be said on this theme.” — Lisa Robertson, How to Colour
An evening programme exploring interiority as a collective experience and the affective potential of the surface. A live event that builds on the format of a film screening to create an arrangement situated between the theatre and the exhibition through an interlacing of films, objects, movement, singing and speaking. Reflecting back on the work of Betty Woodman, this evening aims to think through femininised expectations and the possibility of an event as a decorative object.
This conglomeration of disparate voices seeks to bring into focus modes of address and subject matters such as the decorative, the sentimental, the silly, the private, the irrational, the trivial or the talkative and unfold the ways in which vulnerability, intimacy, and unguarded emotion can act as biopolitical gestures that recuperate their historically diminished cultural value. A trans-generational dialogue creating possibilities for relating at a distance.’
Tomorrow I do art to poetry. Bet your life it’s European known from school poets full of angst or jollies from Michael Rosen. I just wanna paint. Today I sawed a painting of mine to re- size it for an exhibition. Twas a right physical work-out so deciphering wanky artspeke is my tea break. Yep, I said it.
Love this elephant.