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.
The public wanders through a collection of rooms, each with a different performance, exhibit, reading, meeting, game, discussion. Their experience is not fixed. They wander without moorings, the way a curious reader meanders through the pages of a magazine, not knowing what they’re searching for.
You find yourself in front of a nun’s convent, and when the doors open, a child appears, and with an air of wisdom that only children can have when they stand in their power and carry their own agency, takes your hand to guide you in. It is an unusual situation, to surrender to a silent young stranger this way. You feel the power shifting.
Cycling through the city, I sketch out our theatre. I imagine the possibilities of claiming these spaces for performance instead. A multitude of contexts, rooms and stages for artists to create the tiny and intimate, the bold and epic.