The Hardest


there is something of the lone male artist, being a genius undertaking a huge physical challenge by himself in the big open world inside this work. i am acutely aware of it. it's also my partner's birthday.

there was a distinct lack of sun all day today. at one stage, i got genuinely lost. rebecca solnit talks of the voluptuousness of getting lost but there is nothing sexy about this disorientation today. when there's no sun, what am i actually doing? where am i going? there's still no live audience; who am i doing this for? at 12 hours, it's a long day and it's a cold spring this year. 

in spite of having developed the practice and defined the score and completed the set, i still don't know what this walk is, how to share it, where to go with it. a meeting with netta weiser encouraged me to keep going, keep collecting data, experiences, reflections and this means to keep on walking. i decide that i will do this walk four times a year until i can no longer or walk or until the sun no longer rises.

i went home to my partner and we started the postponed celebrations that would continue into the next day.


 

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