Waking up elsewhere.
You can find many incredible artists wandering around in galleries. When approached by a student some stop and stare blankly, but the wiser of them give up a second of attention.
June 12th, we got dressed up to disguise any indication of cultural identity. I figured a flowery dress is the fashion language of ‘generic’ with a hint of youthful aging. A simple dress for me works in the same way as a less than adequate consume for an actor, it lets me carry any persona without many limits or connotations.
A far as I’ve been able to establish, the people I’ve met have fit into three distinctive character groups:
- The one who wants to sell
“Thirty pound; cheap rates for a student”
- The one who is incredibly focused on their artist response piece’
• ‘The one who is unbelievably talented, as well as surprisingly friendly’
Each of the three ‘wanderers’ are essential for the complete gallery ‘experience’. I personally enjoy breaking the wall of focus. I can almost always judge the response before it happens, but when I get it wrong all hell can break loose.