Francis Alys is an artist whose practice I reluctantly appreciate. He is concerned with 'land based poetics', 'resistance to the subjection of common space' and 'cyclical repetition'. This bores me. I do not want to create work that flirts with elitist art world language and philosophy as much of the broad area of performance art so often seems to do. I want to perform and film acts that speak of a relatable human experience - of failure, boredom, sadness and sex. I embrace ambiguity whilst also hoping that something in the work can be understood by everyone and anyone. It is at this point where some of Alys' works meet my own philosophy. Alys carries balloons, pushes ice and cardboard boxes and walks along the road as paint drips from his hand. For me, these actions embrace a vulnerability - they are futile, seemingly pointless actions that explore an urban environment using inane materials that everyone can recognize. Works such as this seem more socially conscious, more moving, a step away from the bourgeoise pretentiousness of the 'performance artist'