– or at least how I work
Some notes on writing a review
- My preconceptions about an exhibition – what I expect to see, feel and think – rarely turn out to be in accordance with how I actually experience a certain show when in it.
- When I exit an exhibition I have to be alone for a while, doing something else, preferably walking – without giving the exhibition just seen a single thought.
- Then, after a few hours, bad thoughts start to sieve in, followed by a very bad mood. The world closes in on itself, I go down into my mind.
- There is nothing I can do, nothing to say – I will never be able to write about what I have seen. Language has deserted me.
- Then words starts coming, word by word, a line, maybe two – and finally a good sentence I can build my review upon. A foundation. Something that rings true about the seen, and what I have to say about it.
- The rest is hard work = craft. Writing and re-writing, again, and again … and again. And a lot of reading out loud – listening to/for the rhythm and music in my own text.
- When everything sings the text is finished.
- I hand my piece over to the editor.
- Then it immediately starts to fade, in a surprisingly short while it will disappear completely from my mind, be forgotten.
this is how I work
– how it works
sketcher, reader, writer