LIMITS OF CONTROL: video exhibition piece 2nd year

(screen shot taken from film)

Three Weeks Without: 2nd Year Exhibition

Link Gallery and Cavendish

Curated by three members of our year. And it so far has been an absolute shambles and that has nothing to do with those organising it, I'll get to this point in a moment. Me and a few others have had a stress free day, I was prepared solidly. My video piece, brought together with plinth, TV and DVD player have associated themselves together well. I cant't say too much out of line about the space in Cavendish, which has not been well organised, due to its location and the space itself, poorly light, dirty and overall no very inspiring. While the Link Gallery retains its superiority as a space. The thing I have a problem with is the aggression from some students, who have either not prepared well and there fore find the need to harbour poor attitude which I find a bit distasteful. I'm no very excited about this exhibition and thats not the quality of work, but just the bitter taste thats been left in my mouth. BAD FORM. Part of the problem stems from the fact that we had to deal with the Shelter project at the beginning of the year. rather than letting us proceed with a full heart on a project of our own choosing, our commitment to the work would yield a different response. I know I felt that my work was not full realised and disrupted by the Shelter project. Maybe others feel the same way. 

My video piece, an interview/documentary of my mothers first marriage, was filmed with body language and part anonymity in mind.I wanted her to feel comfortable on camera considering the weighty subject and the hands provide a different response to say what a person feels. 

I too have spent a life the sages' way,
And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance
I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago; and in that act, a prayer
For one more chance went up so earnest, so
Instinct with better light let in by death,
That life was blotted out—not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain,
Dim memories, as now, when once more seems
The goal in sight again