Thursday, August 1, 2013
The story never stops beginning or ending.
It appears headless and bottomless, for it is built on differences.
The story circulates like a gift; an empty gift which anybody can lay claim to by filling it it to taste, yet can never truly possess.
A gift that stays inexhaustible within its own limits.
-Trinh T. Minh-Ha, from Woman, Native, Other
This became a theme for the work I undertook in July, but I think it also describes my relationship with my cohort of fellow low-residency students.
This particular Masters is a low-residency program. I spend eleven months of the year talking to my instructors and fellow students online, and one month together in person. It's a fascinating and dynamic pedagogical project, but it also feels like a social experiment. We are subjected to the extremes of communication methods. For the majority of the time, we are writing quasi-academic forum posts that might never be read by each other. Then, for one month, we are lounging in a hottub together, sweating together through long days and nights as we install our interim exhibition, swimming in our underwear under the moon at Kits Beach, or dancing until the sun rises at an all-night party in Stanley Park.
Near the last day of the intensive, I removed Minh-Ha's quote, and posted another transcription:
I'll leave the stones here
But I'm taking the dream with me
Into the unknown.
-Fischli and Weiss, from The Right Way
See you next year, co-heart.