Every time we do one of these I’m amazed by what happens. It’s not just the inventiveness and skill of those involved – there is that, of course, because fast+Dirty is for professionals – these people know their craft, how to put a piece together, how to put on a show, run a company, set up an exhibition – they know what they’re doing.
What’s amazing is everyone’s courage to fail, to go beyond knowing what they’re doing.
fast+Dirty is not about playing it safe, doing what works, creating ‘good work’.
That’s for sissies.
fast+Dirty is about doing good work, failing and failing BIG, stretching beyond what works in order to find that other thing, that space that isn’t about skill or technique or formula but is where ART lives.
It’s about running with scissors, jumping off cliffs and eating the red and the blue pills, all at the same time.
It’s about courage and determination, and motherfuckitude.
And it’s about love.
Love for what you do, for each other for taking the chance, making the sacrifice and being vulnerable enough to say YES, even after all these years, I still have no fucking idea how to do this, how to make something new again and again, but I’m doing it anyway, and I’m NOT going to fall back on what is easy, what works, what is convenient, what is known.
I mean, these people are crazy!
Crazy beautiful, crazy inspired, crazy to believe that on the other side of ‘good’ is where art lives and it’s worth the risk of failure if only to taste it for a moment.
I had to leave fast+Dirty early last year and could only participate in the first 3 days. On my final day, I made the group a score from an old yellow board and three pages torn from a book.
And this is what they did in return: