who ? arran wood and jun dorney when ? saturday afternoon, 3rd december where ? art gallery, belfast what ? art status ? complete
Jun was quite excited about the exhibit her mother had put on. Verbal vernacular stuff had always fascinated Jun. The way that language physically moved and stories were multilayered, made her think of plays a lot. It helped that many of the artists had done an excellent job. Jun had spent most of Saturday morning pushing Cathy's pram through the gallery, watching the videos. Cathy seemed to enjoy them even if she was unlikely to understand all of the sign. Especially, since a lot of it was ASL rather than BSL. Still, it had a great deal of artistic value, and Jun was sure the child could understand that, since she was, after all, Jun's child.
"No, I think it does work. But especially with the linguistic variations," Jun signed rapidly at her mother. "You need to adjust the lighting, though, because it'd distracting in the second exhibit," she added giving a shrug when her mother looked at her in distaste at the suggestion that she hadn't curated it perfectly. "Hey, don't invite me to visit if you don't want the truth," Jun warned.
"I only invite you because you bring Cathy," her mum replied and Jun laughed, knowing full well that whilst her mother did absolute adore Cathy, she also did appreciate Jun's input. Jun was about to point out as much when she spotted Arran across the gallery.
"Have the child, then," she signed at her mother. "I'll be right back," she added before leaving the pram with her mother, walking across the gallery to bump her shoulder against Arran's as he stood watching one of the films.