Genevieve invited me and my brother to perform a piece for the show "My Mother worked in the factory". I felt that the intimate nature of the performance worked accordingly in relation to the size of the gallery.
As much as i would have wanted its perception to be didactic, i realized that even with the title of the group show as a context, it still left its meaning nebulous.
On a Sunday night while we were brain storming; desperation, comfort, vulnerability and assurance were the fundamental elements that arose from our conversation.
i'm sorry i missed it!
ReplyDeletedidactic and nebulous in the same paragraph. i love it.
ReplyDeleteI only have one link back, and the rest is just nebulous.... I was born out of total darkness.
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