Fellow national curators (myself included) would recognize when our own limitations of history/age/privilege were a barrier and step aside to let others more aligned with an artist or project take over. In this landscape, talented younger artists and curators would receive effective, thoughtful mentorship and training, while those more seasoned would acknowledge and draw inspiration from the energy and ideas of next-generation curators.
that moment before something is about to happen where anything is still possible in between this is where you are stuck
Dangling in mid-air like a thrust-out tongue, an oval-shaped rocky surface extends from the mouth of a cave to form a rough-hewn apron stage in the middle of a mountain.
Duse’s superpower: her capacity to disappear, leaving only her plaster hands as evidence that she was a material presence in the world. Disappearance. Reproduction. She knew the theatrical drill.
They will surely become aware of the powers inherent in other generations, that the children and the elderly possess the wisdom of resurrection in our time.
The Baroness appears. She wears a tin can bra, a tight-fitted bodysuit, a working taillight on her rear, and a bird cage with a live bird in it over her head.
Actors do their best to blend in to the faceless glass city. They get desk jobs, they settle down, they raise families. None of it is real.