Notes on Arcade from my iPhone

Reading the programme
gold instrumental
weaving the walk
revised numerology


i don’t know what these things are yet but i am intrigued.
finding out what the live press actually entails
planning my life around the Arcade for the next fortnight turning out to be wishful thinking as
earning money gets in the way. life gets in the way
much more exciting programme than the lacklustre NZ Festival line-up. I’ll see you at Zoe Coombs-
Marr and probably NOTHING ELSE
much easier programme to navigate than the Fringe programme. Ummmm which bit is what? You
might as well just list everything alphabetically with how much sense the sections make. Also pink
looks better on Arcade, just saying.
ive been feeling pretty overwhelmed lately but there is something about coming to Arcade,
invariably seeing someone i know and sitting down on the grass with them. this has been getting in
the way of actually experiencing the arcade container series.

Opening night
Arcade are you done? Are you up and running and open? I’m a little confused…all the scaffolding
and i think i came in the wrong entrance and where am i meant to go first? also where are my
it makes more sense when i find the bar and then arcade HQ with maps and whatnot. and find
people i know. It’s okay, i shamelessly talked about myself to the wondrousness that is John Jarboe.
And watched the back of my ex-girlfriend march away. Did i? Who even knows.
Arcade as an “upwelling…sustaining…spring”
“challenges but also nourishes”
“ideas that liquefy…voices known and unknown”
- some true words from Sam Trubridge
“FIGHTING THE ENERGY OF THE WEATHER” - words to become so true on Sunday
“art offers a cathartic release” and the connection of the Arcade containers with the container
village of Christchurch on this day, the anniversary of the 2011 christchurch earthquakes.
James Nokise always liking “to set up an awkward political situation before bringing on our
politicians”, a man after my own subversive art-heart.
Packing our creativity into containers - Jill Day
Counter narratives as a way to decentre perceptions of history and for artists to reimagine - Reuben


Friday night
There’s something about arriving at night time to a bank full of people lounging about enjoying
music that feels less awkward than last night. I’m snuggled up on a blanket alone listening to
Waterfalls and it all feels rather lovely. The scruffy scrim aesthetic is much more pleasing under
lights too.
This is the second night in a row i’ve resisted the urge to go and actually engage with the art. Plenty
of time, plenty of time - two more ENTIRE DAYS of container series art to visit and experience and
activate. Heaps of time eh…no there is not.

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