ahoy! imagine if you will a film of me running around a tripod with a piece of string attached to me (slightly like swing ball). i run and run and run and run. around and around and around and around. finally i can run and run around and aournd no more and genuinely collapse from absolute physical exhaustion.
this film is shown on a television on a post which rotates at approximately the same speed as the camera was whilst it was filming me. understand? we shall discuss this on the 24th?
this "sculpture" is proposed to be in total kunst as part of an exhibition before the 10th of feb when balkland crew move in.