Oh what is it that I do in 222* words and counting. Firstly I went to the trouble to make the things to function as themselves, to be able to go out in the world independently and engage with the people and situations they encounter. The work doesn’t need an interpreter like me hanging around the gallery walls or catalogue pages, whispering the works lack in your ear, like a theoretical crutch. I make work to be self sufficient. Sur’ the work can have a little chat with the audience and between the two of them they can come up with their own slant on things. I won’t be around to fill in the silent gaps and if the audience thinks that what they see is crap, then crap it shall be to them, t’is no skin off my nose. Also I can’t quite say for sure what I will do at this stage, as I haven’t got it made yet and I am planning to wing it a bit a lá J.L.G., so you’ll have to bear with me in hoping for the best. I only do this thing because, it’s the best thing I can think to do with my limited imagination, you know living the dream, like the childhood dream of being a professional soccer player, but with longer carrier prospects.
*it was supposed to be 300 words