I was at the experimental art, performance, theatre, action, intervention, image, film, sculpture, installation festival. Focused around the bar area, the room that attracts most of my attention, I stand among the people. People mostly look like journalists or art school mature students. I mean by that, kind of smartish and a little rough around the edges for men, and women in grey pleats and quiet flower patterns. I can’t describe performances anymore. The events that take place often have complex situations and ideas being evoked, others rely upon abstract actions and movements that would be easily mis-interpreted in word format. Some work very well others are awful. That’s the nature of the art, performance, theatre, action, intervention, image, film, sculpture, installation festival beast. We hang outside the theatre again, and everyone’s pondering the worth of a dance performance that just took place. People are chatting quietly and pursing their lips and lowering the brow in search of focus on a certain phrase that would explain the reason they thought that it worked or didn’t. The conversations are working, people are listening and talking well.