I put off adding this first version, thinking it’s not slightly good enough, but came up with an ending one day in London. I went there with arbitrary stills and clips in mind and afterwards changed the text I’m working on (curatorial dreams). It now begins with an impossible email. I’ll write to people I don’t know or know just a little and say something about the  text called talking.

I fear being shut out and write to them as someone already seemingly shut out.

It’s a long shot and I’ll look again at the email at the start of current writing. (3 November 2022)  

50, video

There are videos on two new websites and I should probably say something about them... say they seem linked to something that seems broken and returning involves suture, or something like it.

At some point, I distance myself, then go back somehow or these are just directions. Something moves or I say something moves and wander around with a camera. I've a beer and the question remains. Is it still video when it's not out there and does the word abandon suggest something in digital times, fifty years after deschooling moments and questions surrounding trajectories?

I did what I could with video for five years, then do what I can with writing after disconnects and an alternative to unworn clothes. It's like silence and talking or the strange effects talking has on a text. I'd like to go on and say especially at night and video has everything to do with the dark now. With or without eighteenth century Japanese lanterns and time falling away.

(taken from curatorial dreams, 9.11.2022)