Being and making
I am starting today I will put in here thinking there was confusion about how this would work.
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We are all special beings building sheds outside of any function. People can be made to work faster but art operates in this way.
I will explore by making lists.
Air entrainment tests
Excavation stacking and protection
Placing and fixing
Support of formwork Striking of forms
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Artists are people allowing materials. Sometimes I want to be forceful.
Meditative and careful we have one person to make their own story
The world is encouragement.
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Things evolve to fit the tune the wall is whistling
creep to the top the promise is there
The word is encouragement.
Can you write it down?
Ripping tearing building building making working feeling playing sitting standing finding being trying letting rubbing cleaning placing playing making putting walking trying letting breathing reading writing doing scrubbing finding rubbing bending pinning laying layering trying putting testing leaching listing layering getting looking trusting pressing pinning sparking seeing making making making making
a place where I could easily get up. Cornered in any way limited supreme display
every day worth preserving.
There is certainly a poetic way of working; it is the same every time
the more you rub the more it shines.
Do not think I won’t keep going for you there be watching I don’t want to be my object I can find my own way out a tent with what I have to hand.
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[…] This is a piece of writing I had published last year about the process of writing and making. For a long time I’ve used the metaphor of building. Sometimes building up, sometimes tearing down. There’s a sense of submission that happens, a letting oneself go into the unknown. So often it feels like there is no way through, or at least no clear way. Anyway here I tried to describe some of it… 4th Floor journal […]