I encountered this short text while being in motion, somewhere between plains, trains, buses, and taxis. I guess I was hectically trying to cover my daily reading once I encounter this perl. I believe it was shared with me by one of my colleagues from Inland Academy. It was good timing for me to encounter this text - it has great insights into the way one's relation to his/her/their practice within the professional art field is created within capitalism. In this text, one will find genuine insights from a curator on the way living in the contemporary feels like. Curators discuss her own relationship to time, body in motion, and how she feels the professional art field inflicts certain emotions that become the driving force for operating. While thinking of her thoughts, I am wondering about existential questions one may have in regards to the practice that one is following: what is the value of what I am doing and for whom? Can I change the way I operate and what is the price of it? What is needed to day and who is in charge of my decisions. It is a wonderful short text that I invite you to contemplate together.
