Via a Thrifty van the foundations of our Bally Factory dreams were set in place today.
The bones of a printroom are already in place. For the first time ever, the present family of 'poetry vending machines' (old fag machines) is together.
Our inner room - a storage room - will actually be the pulsing veins of all we do: half of it will be lined with floor to ceiling shelving (holding power tools, audio-visual equipment and materials - while half this room will be blacked out for filming).
Our largest room is an entire contradiction: half will be a 'dirty' area for construction and the other half will be 'clean' for writing, media and contemplation! Given our collaboration, I dedicate myself to this contradictory application between hammer drills and metaphors!
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This is our 'safe' inner space in a huge factory, once the life blood of Norwich itself, manufacturing shoes, handbags and all; once employing hundreds, if not thousands. The vast factory spaces are exciting and must be used in entirely the same way we've got to use our studios: with utter obsession (to do, to learn, to be).
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Yes, in a sense, I've cajoled other artists into believing in this space. While the best of Universities and Art Schools across the world are "factories of ideas," this is a real factory (however dead-broken), in which we can also broker ideas. We've between 12 and 15 months to realise this Factory.
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