Tag Score: “imagine a future public”
Tag Place: St. John’s, Newfoundland
Barbed wire remnants pop up unexpectedly, embedded in trees, tangled in the grass, stretches of fence fallen in places with time. Once a farm, these fences policed animals. Stay here. Don’t roam here. They continue to police our movement. Sometimes we become tangled in them unexpectedly. We wonder about their stories. We tell our own stories in the places they police. The meadows where we play, make jails, pick raspberries. Now we become police, who are welcome who are not welcome on these lands. What publics are welcome? What future publics can we imagine in this place?