Courthouse – Mon 23 – jonathan

News 23 August 2010 | 0 Comments

Walking into the space on Saturday I immediately wanted to respond, which was great as even though I was tired and felt slightly flat (oh woe is me the fragility of it all bleaaaauuuuuuucccchhhhhh) I was spurned straight into activity with a lighter…
that got the ball rolling… my first irked feelings at the publics interaction took me by surprise…  I had taken time to carefully arrange three of Niamhs moths in a flurry of pre-death activity, they had flung themselves at the yellow banner and although it was a soft and gently undulating piece of material, it had killed them…. not instantly, they had fallen to the floor upon impact unable to fly anymore and with a great final struggle tried to reach each other with a touch before dying, …  their last struggle marked in the suffocating charcoal dust…. did they decide to end it together by flying into the yellow drape knowing it would kill them, (did one see the other do it and follow…. what the hell does it mean… meaning must be mined and squeezed… cannot cope with open endings… must know.. tell me…) then someone came in and walked on them…. that ended all that, they now looked like they had been ripped off the string and kicked around the dusty floor….. I felt annoyed, I didn’t want a part of this destruction…. I had just burned a banner and was feeling guilty and concerned at being misunderstood….

Then something else grabbed my attention…. Emma’s hoovering of the words on the wall… she had made it look more permanent by trying to remove it…. Maggie was quietly removing string from words and went industriously about her task… I made more impermanent drawings on the floor… I could get into this…
then I went up into the attic and made noise…. time for sound… I’m seem to be getting sucked into the here and now process more everytime I enter the space… I never intend it, it just seems the right  way to go… it’s most relevant when trying to respond without prejudice…

later, I enjoyed walking under the string (sounds delightful) now that it’s been shifted up…. then decided to concentrate it even more and it’s now on a flatter plane… must puncture its one dimensionality now … back came the bamboo….. then burial chambers raised their heads, carefully positioned objects that only make sense from a certain view point…….noooooo not again, I thought that was over… then it made me think, my previous actions only make sense from a certain view point…. fine…. we’re back on track…. and the bamboo stays…. for now

Look at all that stuff in the corner over there…. look what the tide washed in…. is the string now a net… is that doll hanging up there still haunting me….is she now a fisherman’s wife….is that what ails her….. that’s it…… she’s coming down… face down…

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