Accidently passing the Tate, we step in...and off to my favourite floor. I should know so much more, remember but I don't, so here... just the walls of the floor, I love the text.
On the way out we looked at the Flax seeds... at a distance they do little for me, or her. The film by Kate Vogel of the process of producing these was good.. stunning shots but the tension between the artist who wants to feel the workers who made them were connected and the workers materiality in relation to this. Will they ever see what he did, be part of it at the end? Enjoy? Reflect? Or wait and hope for another job, a better job as food falls off the table into greedy mouths of our leaders. Stolen.
Purple Cake is a possibility...a visual protest. Our protest. Protest how you feel comfortable or are we way to self and media concious? Its a luxory to be here. And K said all the people like us are cleaners and security, she's right. But we have the right to be here too, perhaps even more right, right now.
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