Curated by Sean Boylan
May 16 -June 20
I take down a phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper and place it in a pocket of my pants. I am in town for a weekend and wear the same pair of pants for three consecutive days.
Two weeks later, I stand by the washing machine and empty the pockets of the same pants in order to wash them. Amongst some lint and loose change, I find the phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper. I speak the phrase aloud. Suddenly, I realize that as I reflect, I am staring in one direction. I become aware of my self consciousness and lose my train of thought. Now, I place the phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper inside a pocket of the shorts I am wearing.
As time goes on, I start to carry the phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper everywhere. I transfer it from pocket to pocket, as I do everyday with my keys and my wallet. If I find myself sitting alone, I remove the phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper and read it. When a conversation with someone bores me, or if someone seems bored in conversation with me, I remove the phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper. After saying the phrase inside myself to myself, I then utter the phrase out loud to the other, and relish the look on the listener’s face.
On my birthday, I decide to walk to the highest point in the city that I now live. I am all by myself. There is a great view from the highest point in the city. I look out at the scenery and then back down to the pavement beneath my feet. My eye lands on a penny that lies flat on the pavement. I stare at it and choose not to pick it up.
The following evening, I am in conversation with a stranger at an art opening and recall the phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper. I reach into my pocket to read the phrase to myself and then to the stranger, only to find nothing in my pocket but my wallet, my keys, and a single penny. Later that evening, I search every pocket of every pair of pants and shorts I own, but I do not find the phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper.
I sit down on my bed and stare in one direction.
A Longing For Leisure is curated by Seán Boylan and presents the work of London based artists Alex Brenchley, Lauren Godfrey, Nicholas Hatfull, and Alec Kronacker.