At first I was predictably dismissive of Tracey Emin and walked around her 1999 Turner Prize show thinking “self-indulgent”, “hype” etc until I saw a video the Tate had made about her. Seeing and hearing her talk about the work made me realise two things: she meant it and it wasn’t easy. And made me reflect on how little I was personally at risk in what I did. So I thought about how I could be as frank and honest as her in my own way. The first fruit was a series of ten photographs – a roll of 6×7 – of myself, identically framed and posed. The rest, you’ll have to see for yourself, but I’m not putting them on the internet. Not now.
1 August 1982. The decades have degraded the colours in the negative in quite a groovy way. This was a graving dock at the West Float, Birkenhead, where I used to row at Liverpool Victoria Rowing Club.
Hackney Central to Acton Central. A journey I made very often for a few years. Great views: panoramas, near misses with Victorian brickwork, trackside flowers.
The installation version uses a video projection, a 14″ monitor and loudspeaker, and lasts 52 hours. Made in 1999.
I wanted to force people to stop being passive. So I set up this little cinema – the Cinema of Death – with a 16 mm film projection, soundtrack and fluorescent tubes and performer. You can see what happened. Continue reading Cinema of Death
The flyer said:
7.30pm, 15 & 16 June. 4 or 3 pounds. Red Rose Club, 129 Seven Sisters Road, Finsbury Park tube.
Music for cello and electronics. Improvisation, darkness and the sound of breath aim to contribute to a soft but strong experience of music and sound. Projections, a web and things.
Here’s what I wrote to people to encourage them to come: Continue reading Calvino: An Experiment
The blurb said: Continue reading Black & Blue