As long as Im walking,
Im not:
Choosing
Smoking
Losing
Making
Knowing
Falling
Painting
Hiding
Counting
Adding
Crying
Believing
Fucking
Drinking
Closing
Stealing
Mocking
Facing
Crossing
Cheating
Talking
Reaching
…
…
…
I will not repeat
I will not remember

Francis Alÿs, from The Walker

[thanks to eddy for sending it to me, not once, but twice AND posting it on her blog – just in case]

Here’s my list from my occupation at Knox.

When i’m in the toilet i will not:
Shop
Buy stuff
Think about buying stuff

Worry about money

Worry about whether I’ve bought something I shouldn’t have

Wonder if my husband/mother/friend/child will like what I’ve bought

Feel bad about myself because the jeans I wanted to buy were too small, even though they were a size 12

Support sweatshops and slave labour by getting those Nikes.

Drive around for 30 minutes trying to get a park nearest the door, then forget where I parked my car.

Shoot up smack. I’m not a heroin addict.

Smoke. I gave up smoking years ago.

See sunshine for a couple of hours.

I will:
Read

Draw

Write
Think
Day dream
Make myself comfortable
Have some time to myself

Interestingly, i’m writing about the role of occupation in public art/art in the public space and it seems that in any kind of occupation, what’s not being done is just as important as what is being done – that the negative space of action (inaction) supports and equally defines the positive. Who would have thought that such formalist ideals as postive/negative space and form could translate so beautifully to post-modern manifestos about process.

oh, and take this as a warning – there’ll probably be a post about occupation soon. tune out either tomorrow or wednesday if you can’t be arsed reading more art/political rhetoric.