Monday, 12 October 2009

Being part of the work ... dreaming the work ...

I cannot exclude myself from the work I produce.
I must be part of the work.
I must feel and occupy the space of the work in a physical and sensitive manner.
I must experience the space of the work ...
Here,
My eye is the window of the shop.
My head is a terraced house.
My body is made of streets.
My shoulders, the Public Market.
My legs, avenues.
My fingers, hallways.
My nails, lampposts.





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