Taking Care/The Water Works #3
June 18, 2017
Taking Care/The Water Works #2
May 19, 2017
Taking Care/The Water Works #1
May 10, 2017
Another year comes and goes...
December 29, 2016
'We need an Alice in Wonderland...' - UNKNOWN
June 30, 2016
May 19, 2016
Education, education, education, education...
April 25, 2016
The 'I' in individual.
March 25, 2016
February 22, 2016
Oh hey, 2016!
January 30, 2016
An act of disappearance
October 29, 2015
August 9, 2015
All the time in the world?
December 1, 2015
September 4, 2015
...We must have done the Fringe thing.
The no eating, no sleeping thing.
The running around for 24 hours straight; doing everything + anything remotely considered arty because that's cool.
That's the thing to do.
For the last 4 years I have been lucky enough to get to the Edinburgh Fringe.
This was my first year with a company + a project.
I've promised myself that, no matter the strain on my bank account, each year I will strive to get up to Edinburgh.
Why is this?
I have come to the conclusion that those of empty pockets + broken hearts are drawn to Edinburgh's craftily created utopia.
The new supposedly blooms + the weird is apparently accepted.
This is why I took one of our Pick Me Up books with me on my travels.
To me the Fringe should be a safe bubble for sharing + experiencing life, love + art; hence Pick Me Up's appearance.
However, this is not the case.
Such a utopia is fake.
Broken hearts are continually smashed + empty pockets are further drained - perhaps more so than in the everyday!
Patrick Collinson recently wrote a simple yet rather truthful article stating the finacial facts of the Fringe.
The Fringe is used to gain profit, not to mend our broken hearts or pockets.
Having experienced the full effects of this year's Fringe, it is safe to say that it is indeed the 'site of the perfect Capitalist model'.
I don't believe I need proof to persuade you all to agree with Collinson's statement; we all know it yet, as artists, we choose to ignore it.
In spite of all this shit, I will still strive to get up to the Fringe every August.
To me it still is beautiful.
It still is hypnotic.
Maybe it's no longer the artistic utopia it was once supposed to be...
Maybe it never was a utopia?
It is a naive illusion to think that the Fringe could mend our hearts + pockets.
But the idea that there is a community, the idea that art might be sharable + could be non-commericial keeps us enticed.
Maybe that's all we need - an idea?
And maybe that'll start something again, start developing another creative utopia?
I guess in our current society that's all we can wish + hope for.
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!
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