Once the person had left, I switched off my head, almost not knowing what I was writing, just letting my inner self be poetic. These would be my notes to myself to use when I went back to the work, informing my Major Production for my MA Drama final in August/September
Fellow MA Drama student, my friend, Artist, Writer and Director Denis Lennon monitored reactions for me, took photo's for my portfolio It was so very beautiful. I felt his pride, his love and I don't think I could have done it without his support.
I placed next to me a bag from The Arts Council of Wales with a quote from Dic Jones in Welsh which translated means:
I wanted a bi-lingual aspect to the presentation. I think it is very important to include welsh language although I do not speak it.
I also decided that because this was essentially research and development for my MA, I needed to make immediate notes to recall for later.
I have been working for my current MA piece RP2 looking at Ethnographic poetry and re-read Frances Rapport's work only last night. I decided to write poetic thoughts just as they came into my head. Not to think about them, as such, but to let them just flow from the pen. I didn't even know what I was writing to be honest, not until afterwards. This I felt, would capture and essence of the moment.
Ron tapped his watch. I came to the front of the Gallery and read the poetry I had written, seeing it for the first time. I had been in the Gallery window for an hour. I felt so emotional. I wanted to cry.
Ron said it was extraordinarily powerful and more than he had imagined. He said they have had bands and poets and all manner of things happening in the Gallery window and people have walked past smiling, but in this quiet stillness of presence, the general public had been compelled to stop and look and sit.
Tonight there will be the humans who were looking out of their office windows across the street, humans who passed in their cars, the humans that got off the bus and peered in, the humans who sat with me, the humans who made it so ... questioning themselves about the woman in the Gallery window. Maybe they will talk to other humans about it. Such is the nature of Art.