To Wait…

…is to defer an action or event until the right time.

is usually associated with slowness and stillness and according to Martin Esslin, when waiting we “experience the flow of time in its purest, most evident form” (Esslin, 2001, 51).

In a capitalist society where ‘if time is money…then speed is power’ (Virilio, Cited in Cull Ó Maoilearca, 2012, 194),having to slow down or stop and wait till one is able to get up to speed can be a difficult thing.

It can be a cause of great anxiety.
One may fear that what one waits for, the goal, may never arrive.
When one has to wait and is unable to move on, a gap or interval is created.
The online etymology dictionary describes an interval as: the time elapsed between two actions or events. (cite)
Erin Manning asserts that movement not only “takes time” but also “makes time”( Manning,2012,17)

The space in time that waiting for something creates comes just after and just before an action or event where something is “no longer” and “not yet”. This in- betweenness can give the impression of being stuck in time when the waiting is prolonged.

The initial idea for a project about waiting came from exploring my making and thinking process as an artist. I identified in my making and my written or verbal articulation of the making process a series of actions and still times. The still times are either those in
“The interval is virtual, incorporeal. Yet it has substance, it is palpable” ( Manning, 2012,24)

In the gaps between creating I sense subtle, almost imperceptible movements of thought that slowly and gradually gather momentum, and it gets to a point that a bit like a kettle reaching the boil, work emerges.

These imperceptible movements, it could be said, are the substance of my waiting.

which I am unable
Manning also points out that by being in between the no longer and the not yet, the interval
offers the opportunity of changing one’s course in multiple directions. Once movement has begun the potential gradually diminishes as one favours one direction. When an actual movement is complete, once an “actual occasion” has served its purpose it disappears but the interval remains potentially active for the next movement. (Mannin,2012, 20).

When one experiences large gaps between creative movements. It is easy to become impatient and lose faith in the work. But as Blanchot points out, Patience is the endurance of impatience, its acceptance and welcome, the accord which wants still to persist in the most extreme confusion.( Blanchot, 1989, 127)
to make or times in which — even if I am making — I feel the work is not progressing or that I am unable to successfully articulate it verbally or in writing. These times cause me a great deal of restlessness and I see them as times in which I am literally “waiting” for the work to emerge. Thinking about these



brought to mind other


this led me to want to explore


in general terms and to use
different types of


Waiting for love,
Waiting for death,

Waiting as interval,

Waiting as stutter,
Inertia as Waiting,

The chronic Waiting of the vulnerable,
At the same time I also wanted to give a sense of the paradoxical nature of waiting as barrier






In the Ikon Gallery’s exhibition guide for Roger Hiorns exhibition in Birmingham (December 2016- 5 March 2017) there is a reference to “ The horizontality of a human being read as a submission to gravity, sleep and death whereas verticality is a sign of life, consciousness and volition” .



which can be seen as a space lacking movement and growth
would therefore fall into the realm of


Moving on
would fall into the category of


The ground from which plants grow is made from decomposed matter:

dead animals and plants.

Based on this, horizontality, one could say creates the ground for verticality to stand on.




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Foucault talks about “ working at the edge of an un-thought, slowly building a language in which to think it” (Fisher and Fortnum, 2013,72)





As I make and ponder about the work
I see myself
walking rather

than working,

at the edge of the un-thought
as if it was
a cliff.

I walk. I stop. I walk. I stop…
I have a notion of what I am aiming towards…

and I walk and stop and walk and stop.





b u i l d i n g a path on the edge of that notion.


to stumble,

to trip; perhaps falling,
rarely diving, some times nearer,

sometimes further away and
occasionally directly into













I remember performing Esperando a Fabiola.






That afternoon I set myself the task of making the time in which I was waiting an art work that would be part of my research.










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