Premise: we are thriving off the lives that criss-cross around us, leaving paper trails.
We pepper our words for the common feast
Did you ever take a breath to inhale the harmony of 200 hearts in transit, beating between old-beninngings and new-ends?
Matter born of mind is never strictly unnatural
On many occasions I have tried to find the moment of ‘solitude’ that directors write into desolate scenes. Believing that we are all thoroughly interconnected, I have found it utterly impossible to feel alone, however, or even marginally dissatisfied in the company of strangers. Thoughts inspired by Marx and Hegels documents on art and being as a social entity.
Humanising the other is important in city life. Who is next to you on the train? Written from the Central line carriage, The Locker Room asks ‘what builds the social and cultural dynamic of the place you live in?’
Are these clothes the colour of my insides? Are yours?