“So I woke up today, the 19th of August, I put on my slippers at 9.53 am. And I started to fill in my Sudoku, while having my coffee”
As I was solving it, I realized that I should share it with someone else, with everyone. I want my personal to encounter the streets; chance would define the place and time. I left the house with chalk (so that if I get in trouble it’s removable) and a copy of my Sudoku. Followed random citizens until one of them, a teen-aged boy stopped walking and sat down to smoke a cigarette at the corner of Portobello Road. The wall behind him was white, it was perfect to install my thoughts.
After a while a child got curious, she tried to solve it then gave up. Many passing by read and took pictures but didn’t play. Then after a while someone picked up the chock and started… a couple of minutes later some started helping him. They were all discussing it and filling it in. Many people interacted and many people just documented. I played the role of just documenting and my identity was the same as any of them.
No one knew that I was responsible for these encounters.
They encountered my personal chance and they made it their own, on a street wall in London at 4 pm in the afternoon. Some left before the others, some stayed until the end. They were individuals that had never met, and yet they had a chance to meet through this - through a Sudoku, through my Sudoku. The conversations they had created sounds, through their different voices and accents. Shapes, colors, and movements were formed out of their evolution within the space, the invisible stage being in front of the mural. The performance of how they came together was blossoming.
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