The final work in the exhibition involves a journey outside the Whitechapel. The Missing Voice (Case Study B) (1999) is one of a series of audio walks scripted by Cardiff in response to a particular location. These site-specific sound works take the listener on a physical and psychological journey. They combine unexpected new perspectives on everyday surroundings with disturbing flashbacks in a process which mirrors consciousness itself. Leave the Gallery and enter the peeling splendour of the Whitechapel Library. The story ends forty minutes later at Liverpool Street Station having immersed the walker in the 18th century streets and histories of London's East End, and in the memories and paranoias of a complete stranger.
The big word is OUTSIDE. Outside of the studio, the art school and the gallery. Practice on the move. Living not imagining? Do we not imagine everything? Oh god...how I wish I wasn't stupid.
But walk, art, walk, art...two massively open words, two giant ideas, so much possibility between them...you could do anything but it would still only be something, so why bother to hype it into essay form? You can only invent crap around what is, lying to win a prize. Theories are twenty five a penny and points of view are free as air and food and drink and education and willingness to consider, etc. Where will doing this essay get me? What is my reluctance? I have written far more than 5000 words, in fact, I am in love with a version of the world where I could print off my internet journal entries and hand them in. I hope that I have demonstrated sufficient ability in the form of questioning. Don't try to use vocab to blind, it'll backfire. Don't act smart about stuff that you don't care about. I like Hamish Fulton's website more than his art. Art can be a catalyst for new thoughts, but so can anything. Why glorify anything? What is deserving of study and what are the benefits? Why study art?
I am floating on a bed of sick.
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