The RCA is like a highly efficient machine. The feeling in the place is one of creative industry. Industry, as in work. I have yet to find the lighthearted fun, I'm looking for it. I even have to let people know why if I don't turn up to workshops and lectures, it's been years since anyone cared where I was. It's an odd experience. I constantly have the feeling of being looked after like an infant. I am finding not being ignored highly novel, and just a little disturbing. This week we even got an email apologising for an optional lecture not having enough space for us all to get into, I was utterly shocked.
I remember a time when our lecturers simply raised a sardonic eyebrow at us if we spoke to them, and even better, a bit of sarcasm was thrown in if we approached them one time too many. Things have changed. Am not sure how I feel about it all.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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