Tried out new glasses piece at Playground, Old Fire Station in Oxford at the April session. “All alone” in a tower of glasses.

I’ve started to inhabit the inside of the box. Notes, quotes and thoughts cover the wall. Feet as well as hands scribe. Search widely Increase uncertainty Become lost Add complexity Follow hunches Attempt the impossible

Planning a piece for CARU Nothing in Art, symposium and performances. The box now carries a text, a philosophers’ cocktail, – the real thing to be drunk at the end. The four sides of the box read: 1. TAKE JACQUES LACAN 2. ADD DELEUZE AND MUDDLE. 3. FILL WITH CRUSHED KRAUSS AND TOP WITH RANCIERE 4. […]

I am becoming very ‘attached’ to my box. In fact it is becoming my muse. I try wearing it again whilst walking along a rope. Text should have gone like this: CONCEPTION – GERMINATION PROCRASTINATION – GESTATION OBSERVATION – SUPERVISION REALISATION – ELATION BRICK WALL – BRICK WALL

How to wear my box? Sew on a jacket of course. It necessitated a lot of concentration to balance box and write at the same time …  with both hands. THINK WRITE MOVE BOX A short shuffle along a corridor.  Perhaps a marathon next time.

My practice is going hand in hand with the working out of a methodology that will structure the work.  I came across Wittgenstein’s ‘beetle’. Imagine, he says that everyone has a small box in which they keep a beetle. However no one is allowed to look in anyone else’s box, only in their own. Over […]