pre-war lamp stand , electric cable and plug, light bulb,honey.30x15cm.
2007
Tuesday, 17 April 2012
Monday, 16 April 2012
krokeboke
pill boxes, tape measure, lichen, pin tin, neatly folded handkerchiefs, victorian scraps, cutlery box.
10x30cm.
2007
Sunday, 15 April 2012
Saturday, 14 April 2012
little
suitcase, 1930's petticoat, photograph, chocolate boxes, mummified blue tit, lost glove, broken pearl necklace, wasps nest, pen nibs, bow tie and instructions, pins , fur , ring box, cotton reel , silver coin, paper.50x75cm.
2005
Friday, 13 April 2012
Museum interior
The museum measures approximately 4'x5' and is generally very dark. The walls are dark green , the small shelves black and the floor dark unstained wood. Each shelf is 40x20cm with an candle set into the front.
Thursday, 12 April 2012
In Waiting
1930's leather travel case , knife ,fork, gas bill.
20x30cm.
2006
Can we ever be alone?
Not now it seems, not if you want to live like everyone else does.We all seem to want the same things , a herding instinct maybe.
Even if you eschew a life lived through tv and branded goods you still need the basics.Even if you cook from scratch and don't get caught in a consumer loop.
You still have to leave the house,pay utilities,sign your name.There are photos of you, videos even, people know you, talk about you, remember you.
It could be said that until no-one remembers you any more you have a certain immortality.And if you write your name on your pictures who knows how far into the future you could be known.
But what of your ancestors.A lot of people have photos of great grandparents , the legacy of Victorian technology, but not many.
We know nothing of our forebears.There is a genetic history and we are the living record of the past.It has been proven that certain bloodlines are carried with unusual surnames. People in one country somehow related to the most unlikely people in another.We generally know nothing of the lives of those who gave us life though we all share 20% of the same genes.
If you are the last in your family, what then ?
What if you were the only child of only children; no cousins , nieces ,nephews. What if you had lived alone in the house you born in and as you grew older your family died, friends married, moved away, died. No-one knows you, the only photos of you are in your own albums;smiling from the past, a ghost in your own life.
How many lives have passed like this ? Is it so terrible ? You are rare, in fact you have something many desire...privacy.
Can we ever be alone?
Not now it seems, not if you want to live like everyone else does.We all seem to want the same things , a herding instinct maybe.
Even if you eschew a life lived through tv and branded goods you still need the basics.Even if you cook from scratch and don't get caught in a consumer loop.
You still have to leave the house,pay utilities,sign your name.There are photos of you, videos even, people know you, talk about you, remember you.
It could be said that until no-one remembers you any more you have a certain immortality.And if you write your name on your pictures who knows how far into the future you could be known.
But what of your ancestors.A lot of people have photos of great grandparents , the legacy of Victorian technology, but not many.
We know nothing of our forebears.There is a genetic history and we are the living record of the past.It has been proven that certain bloodlines are carried with unusual surnames. People in one country somehow related to the most unlikely people in another.We generally know nothing of the lives of those who gave us life though we all share 20% of the same genes.
If you are the last in your family, what then ?
What if you were the only child of only children; no cousins , nieces ,nephews. What if you had lived alone in the house you born in and as you grew older your family died, friends married, moved away, died. No-one knows you, the only photos of you are in your own albums;smiling from the past, a ghost in your own life.
How many lives have passed like this ? Is it so terrible ? You are rare, in fact you have something many desire...privacy.
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Forget About Me
broken glass jar, rose stems, 1920's wedding photo , 1930's photo album, photograph of old lady, fragment of cine film of unknown woman, dead dragonfly,
20x35cm.
2007
An old lady lives in a decaying house. She has lived there since she was little. It is an entire universe of one person's existence. When her parents died the house passed to her ; the solicitor , now dead ,gave her all the appropriate documents and she went back home. There was no wake, no-one to ask after her. She just went home. Her house now.
There is gas and water but no electricity. She never had it installed ,or rather her parents didn't. Except they weren't her parents. They took her in. A young girl with no past and they had no children and they left her the house. No-one knows that now.
An old lady lives in a decaying house. She has lived there since she was little. It is an entire universe of one person's existence. When her parents died the house passed to her ; the solicitor , now dead ,gave her all the appropriate documents and she went back home. There was no wake, no-one to ask after her. She just went home. Her house now.
There is gas and water but no electricity. She never had it installed ,or rather her parents didn't. Except they weren't her parents. They took her in. A young girl with no past and they had no children and they left her the house. No-one knows that now.
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