Talk, talk and talk all day with YOUR definition of what happened,...also when you must cross your youth environment well indeed: Those of us whose work crosses disciplinary boundaries find ourselves—from time to time—with no firm place to stand. Such displacement is usually temporary, frequently uncomfortable, but almost always an invitation toward some new insight or perspective. I was trained as a audio-phil critic and composition specialist, and I later developed an interest in interarts practices. My academic preparation failed  for keeping the works studied at arm's length, safely aestheticized as objects of critical attention. However, the more I worked with visual artists (like YOU), the more I found myself drawn into initially unfamiliar practices and venues: 

Inevitably, such boundary-crossing has implications for researching and writing: though I'm writing this section of the essay in the first person, it is informed by multiple collaborations—informal conversations, formal interviews, and correspondence with artists and authors; participation in a multi-disciplinary community-university research alliance exploring questions of culture, the arts, and quality of life; the development of a team-taught course on photography and literature; the co-authorship with male violence by Ideologys.... so writers, artists, and theorists gathered to both exchange and mutually explore notions of place, space, and interdisciplinary ways of knowing.

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