Coffee Shop Transcripts

Below are the extracts from when I sat in coffee shops in brighton and wrote down conversations I overheard. These were originally hand-written, and I intend on scanning these hand-written texts in and posting them here aswell. When they are typed, they lose character and become robotic. The handwriting induces a sense of urgency and panic in the way I scrawled it out. Suddenly questions are posed about the artist and why I was writing these conversations; did i have consent? (No). Who is having these conversations? Where are they? What is the context? These words hand on the page with no other clue. They are merely a pinpoint in time.

Two men are sat diagonally to the left of me, both very… old fashion wealthy looking.

  • Yes, yes, itself a distraction for your creativity.

Doing things by word daily, daily.

It’s the tradition nowadays…

200

Just take that and find out

I got a

Nobody did this that me

I don’t know.

I trusted my instincts.

 

Friday Friday Friday Friday

Tomorrow, yes.

What’s a good time?

Easter?

Last time you said… very very bad

Friday

 

 

  • So that’s an art way across rivers.

Carry on with this job, I overdid

Job used as an example.

Because i… I knew there’d be change as a result of doing it.

I trusted at that point to carry on with that job. I’ll finish this off. In my head, I’ll trust, and see what happens.

And look I’m still here.

  • Very thoughtful
  • Exactly it opens up. It’s not about writing. It’s something so powerful, so powerful. You choose.

I’m not going to do this anymore.

So although I’m doing crazy work, I enjoyed physical side – testosterone. Dealing with people, had those skills.

You can… I became less fearful of things. I’ve gone through and come out with a lot (-) along.

Mine life. Full of envision. A shredding. I had to go through. I made a decision to carry through job.

When you finish a job… the last 10% of a job is the hardest. You’re trying to define everything. Snagging, we call it.

 

Harder x7

More x3

On last day, 1st time, the woman

I did it right x2

I walked out, fucking  hell, shaking.

Decision.

When I was 30, it was a fantastic house (…)

30 years from now (…)

It’s a continued thing, goes on and on and on.

 

 

Oh right okay (hug)

Okay, sure.

Hello? Anybody here?

What is that?

It’s a mushroom.

Haha.

Look at that it’s so big.

I like that.

Have some hash browns and maybe sausages. Or here.

 

 

Carolina, she told me the situation.

You find people, find situations.

1 on th things, Sheldon,

 

 

 

  • That is the finish I’ve gone for. That or that.
  • Not bad, when message they solid.
  • It’s nice, not as faffing around as a flight. Really nice.

 

 

When an environment so closed,

No personal space.

This true.

Communication.

 

 

 

  • How could it look having that?
  • Do we have text book here?
  • Just wondering about having a large version.
  • (…)

 

 

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Proposal: Summer Thoughts

Project proposal

 

Images taken from final foundation FMP outcome

During the final term of the foundation, I explored the idea that an environment can become a stage as a route to enhancing emotions i.e. as in celebration events. I observed how peoples’ behaviours are affected by the staging of the interior, using lights, artificial decoration, costumes that abstract the human body and identity, sounds, alcohol etc. It all coalesces to create a very distorted reality. At first glance, it is perceived as a very false environment that has been created. And yet there is nothing to render this new environment ‘false’. It is just as much of a reality as the reality taking place at a bus stop. But new microcosms are formed, such as at Disneyland; humans dress as animals dressed as humans and take up new social norms such as hugging children they don’t know; families go on rides that direct them through what is supposed to be a utopian fantasy wonderland. Everything is so completely and utterly bizarre, and yet when you are inside it, you are expected to see it as normal. You are shown ‘perfection’ without the secret imperfections, the darker, mundane realities slipping into your sight. I explored why it is we need these utopian projections and how we separate them from mundane reality, what it says about mundane reality.

In this project, I created installations and captured them in photographic form, created sculptures and captured them photographically or just left as sculptures. I think that to improve, I could have carried out more observational work such as attending these events and recording or watching back home videos of these events.

I am now uncertain in which direction to proceed with my art. The boundaries between my interest in performing arts and conceptual art were allowed to blur in this project, which was ideal. However, it didn’t plough quite into performing arts as such, more so how performing arts can intertwine with reality. I think that I would like to continue this exploration into constructed realities, yet I believe that I have much to learn about what it actually means to construct a reality, and educating myself more in this area will allow me to pinpoint an area into which I can explore next. Volunteering with the Eastbourne theatre company will be a good opportunity to conduct research into how realities can be constructed in the traditional way. This will be interesting to compare with the exploration into celebrations. If I use the volunteering with the theatre as not only experience in theatre design and working backstage, but also as a form of research for my art project, then I won’t have to juggle the two, but they can feed into eachother.

DATE: 07/07/2016