Greenwood spoke whilst Greenwood filled out betting slips behind him, projected on the wall on grainy recorded footage taken from the corner of the room.
Greenwood once worked in a Ladbrokes and it was as if it was CCTV watching him.
A rose is a rose is a rose to take words apart from their butchers hooks
we cannot retrace our steps
He tells us of how boredom is underrated (reminders of the sheffiled based Forced Entertainment) and informs that we will get bored listening to him as he begins reading from the eclectic excerps infront of him (backdropped by the CCTV footage) and that we should let it happen and embraace it
boredom as success?
(Post)Modern culture lasts an hour and a half, 90 minutes.
Culture served up in processed, prepackaged lumps with incredients written on the side
WARNING: MAY CONTAIN NUTS, OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE AND POLITICAL OPINIONS
Greenwood resists this
I scribble Chris Burden down
by creating durational pieces which can last from less than an hour to a period of days.
Like a network, it is impossible to view the whole.
Relativity: Time is like string… It can be stretched, layed out on a line, or coiled and overlapping.
Time spent with a Greenwood and time spent with a loved one will be notably diffrent.
Time is perceptive and is relative.
In Joeseph Hellers Catch 22, Dunbar consciously attempts to lead the most boring life possible, in an attempt to live longer.
string like fractures
as betting slips form the impossible heap, strung about the room, like veins, the sign overload becomes aparent as audience members talk over him, laughing, as he rises again to fill out another slip, he pegs it on the line and returns to his table to inscribe the next and the next and the next and the next and the next
there is no original
Ladbroke surrounds itself with other works, creating the web of lines and slips, connecting works
Greenwoods documentation is performative, the act of refusing documentation is performative
the examiners did not appreciate this, to document is to exist
(why else am i here?)
the work is the score, the work and trhe performance are different. i think.
a zine is passed around and i see punk
god save the Clare Balding
but punk needs an enemy to be punk, it exists only in relation to Clare Balding
it contradicts itself
retrace our steps
dont push delete
is to document to limit?
strange, how we must cage ourselves to communicate
cut into the page
and it bleeds