As long as Im walking,
I will not repeat
I will not remember
Francis Alÿs, from The Walker
[thanks to eddy for sending it to me, not once, but twice AND posting it on her blog - just in case]
Here's my list from my occupation at Knox.
When i'm in the toilet i will not:
Think about buying stuff
Worry about money
Worry about whether I’ve bought something I shouldn’t have
Wonder if my husband/mother/friend/child will like what I’ve bought
Feel bad about myself because the jeans I wanted to buy were too small, even though they were a size 12
Support sweatshops and slave labour by getting those Nikes.
Drive around for 30 minutes trying to get a park nearest the door, then forget where I parked my car.
Shoot up smack. I’m not a heroin addict.
Smoke. I gave up smoking years ago.
See sunshine for a couple of hours.
Make myself comfortable
Have some time to myself
Interestingly, i'm writing about the role of occupation in public art/art in the public space and it seems that in any kind of occupation, what's not being done is just as important as what is being done - that the negative space of action (inaction) supports and equally defines the positive. Who would have thought that such formalist ideals as postive/negative space and form could translate so beautifully to post-modern manifestos about process.
oh, and take this as a warning - there'll probably be a post about occupation soon. tune out either tomorrow or wednesday if you can't be arsed reading more art/political rhetoric.