ICA Experiences Brandom Rooms
It was some talk about art, yba's and all that jazz. I was furious, none of these labels made sense to me - I was sat there with my arms crossed sulking that the panel were there, I was here, and noone was challenging them. Eventually, I couldn't take anymore and when the right moment came, stuck my hand up and said something. My voice was shakin' and my knees were a tremblin', but looking back, none of that mattered. For the first time my voice was thrown into a public space and made me realise that all these voices on elevated platforms are just that, tentative voices thrown into the open. But if no-one takes the challenge of confronting them, what then?...
happened: During yba fever.	by: whyvan
ok something must have happened in the brandon rooms - i've had a right old spliff and free booze session on the balcony outside on a sunny afternoon. after hours of hot air inside i (vaguely) remember that cool breeze...
happened: aug 98?	by: mikey