LOCKDOWN JOURNAL: COVID-19.29 (YOL)
so, we are all locked down, there are no gatherings or venues or open spaces, or physical audiences. people are still trying to make things though, and host online gigs/events on spaces like twitch and telegram. i’ve participated in four of these things so far and like everything these days its been fucking weird.
to me it feels like the work i’ve made feels trapped, constrained, rationed even. one of these pieces uses just one sentence, which isn’t necessarily new but in this case it almost feels like i’m expecting words to run out, like toilet roll or handwash. be careful using that sound, there might not be another delivery for months…
i feel stuck in the space i use too, with a camera as audience, wondering how much the neighbours can hear. everything feels tight, locked down. i’m in the kitchen again, shouting, wondering about camera angles and if the floor needs cleaning. the spring seems wound tighter than ever before, it’s a fight to get this shit out. like i am trying to push my self/s body through an iphone camera before the poundland tripod collapses.
i’ll make more though. what else is there? and the attempt to keep communities going/people linked up/see new works is only a positive thing. i’m sort of beginning to get used to this shit now, as a sort of normality. wonder where that will take the next batch of online performance work.
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