I said in a very small voice, so as I wouldn't notice....
" I want to work in dance."
that,
I thought,
is very worrying..
So then gravely concerned.. I said in a loud voice so as Wimbledon College of Art would hear me....
"This MA thing, just doesn't really feel quite right to me, I v'e thought long and hard and have already that decided that this route is not going to my destination.... so it makes no sense to come with you".
I was stunned.
Then myself and everyone else looked at me as if I was mad...
and I said
"let's see,
just in case,
if i am really so bad at this dance thing...
lets see if I can get a handle on this because if I can I might just be able to realise my dream and if I never do I will wilt at the deadening hands of sculpture and whither on my own studio floor. I would rather fail spectacularly than fade away... and once I set off, failure is just not an option"
My honest and terrified refusal to accept my own untimely death convinced Birkbeck, and they jumped with me into deep, murky waters to see what we can find.
Over the next year this sketchbook with evolve as I venture into the depths.......
