
Gemma Kearney, smooth space, 2018.
There’s inertia here
A land for our speaker
Linguistic familiarity at gun point
A wonderful retribution to take that language and
brutalize it
Better at it then those who forced it upon others
A tipsy topsy turvy way of saying things
An abuse of language
A lot of onomatopoeia goin on
No happiness without a whole lot of cynicism
The stinking mud heaps
Anything is possible if you organize, agitate and
build a movement
Your body and mind wouldn’t be well, he said
Throws you into a different gear
Forget about the art bit,
then what’s left there
Cascading logic fails
hit the nail nail nail nail nail nail nail
and another one and another one
Arts not democratic
An overly emotional friend
Little rocket noises
The punishing banality of white collar crime
I didn’t know I was holding my breath
Even in her youth a confident person
Great big messers
Everybody playing the one note
I felt odd alongside you
It takes more than economic discipline to run a
city there are other operating systems that need
to be considered.
“We are marked politically”, was said
No time for abstraction
No time for the poetic
Get a move on
She has nothing to say with words
The sudden joinery and sunken walls
I picked up 30 tonne of rock
I need about 30 tonne more
On to the drawings and part of the construction
The builder the architect and the engineer
setting the agenda
Emanating from a history from a past
Filling it with concrete
Feeling it through concrete
When the garden grows up
If that’s how you feel then go wan ahead and leave
Gemma is an artist in Singapore and Speakers Notes is a printed document you can get here