The artist-workers return daily to continue the task at hand, constructing seemingly endless rows of repeating small sewn squares, reminiscent of the mindless intensities of the workplace.
We gently swelter in the hot conditions of this British summer in our pristine, white coveralls refusing to be beaten by the humid conditions.
Despite this our task remains strangely seductive; hard to stop.
When heat-exhausted I arrive home my mind emptied of logical thought and inspiration, completing the self-imposed task of this daily blog is a feat of endurance I must force myself to do.
Endurance tasks seem to offer possibilities for delivering an altered state of otherness where one is freed from its immediate confines to arrive at places with transcendental possibilities. Unexpected opportunities in terms of what’s physically produced, what is experienced, or what the experience allows one to learn.