To which someone replied “Are you sure?”
Sauerkraut has been postponed. John, the chef, has been too busy helping us make art. At Grong Grong Motor Inn, it seems at least for today, that art is more important than food. (Apparently the human being can last survive up to a month without food. It is not known how long a human being can survive without art. A month. A year. A decade? A generation? Ten generations? You have to wonder who we would become with no dance, no Picasso, no Beethoven, no Red Hot Chilly Peppers, no new dinners (isn’t cooking art?), no movies, no day time tv, no Country and Western, no knitwear, no Johnny Cash, no galleries, no exhibitions, no exhibitors, exhibitionists, no opera, no live bands, no tooth fairy, no novels. No stories.
It’s hard to imagine.
So today we built screens, experienced technical difficulties, downloaded footage, got rained on, watched 1950’s advertising exclaiming that asbestos was “the future of building houses”, worked on scripts, lost a screen (and then discovered we never had it), watched love birds copulate, ate vegan dinner, bought more things from the hardware, went to the op shop (and met a lovely woman who came to the last CAD Factory project Tipping Point), played with puppets and found a way to tighten strings, talked to each other, perhaps ourselves, to John and Sandra, had an interview with ABC Radio Riverina, got a trailer welded to make a musical instrument, picked up a projector, climbed into the birdcage, had a double scotch on ice, tied lots of knots, put up some lights, shot more film, edited film. Some of us realised they were edging towards absurdism, (Scott) some of us edged towards frustration, (Sarah), all of us thought about links and connections, some of us didn’t find links and connections, all of us enjoyed the opportunity to play and explore, invited out of our work and life responsibilities to reflect and create.
Tomorrow one or possibly all of us will be stitching like a crazy woman, or a crazy man.
After dinner Vic shared with us that a friend and colleague had passed away the night before. They had worked together for seven years in emergency services, and he spoke of them saving lives together and losing lives together. He reflected that her passing had made him realise that the process that happens after we die is actually for those left behind – funerals and services are a time for community to come together, to grieve, to find solace.
After a moment he went on to say how this sense of creating community was an idea that underpinned the CAD Factory, the creation of community, or strengthening of community, through art.
When Sandra brought the raw food chocolate cake the conversation stopped….
But only for a moment.