I like to think I am free at times like these, I have no work to do but pretty soon I am drawing again and trying to attach the work to an audience.
I am an art machine. Another piece made. I know in my bones I shall pay for this in six months, I shall enter a hiatus ten years long...
This is about how it felt to be locked inside an insular tight knit community.
There I was, trying to figure out what qualities a ghetto has, and how it relates to the state, my primary problem was how to get my message across with pencil and paper, and what happens? I went for some light entertainment in the form of the live stream of the Guardian's discussion and Q&A about the Edward Snowden documentary, with Alan Rusbridger, Janine Gibson and Stuart Millar, then I watched the documentary itself.
I feel sick. How on earth do I portray the state now?
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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