My first solo show which was at Supercollider in Blackpool, UK. For this I was concerned with the interplay of production and consumption of cultural artefacts within identity construction. I was particularly thinking around fashion, sexuality and memes. I was wanting to work from a deskilled position in some gesture towards de-authorisation or democratic artistic production although this gesture was somewhat simplistic and flawed. This was by use of print-on-demand technology, found imagery, unfired clay, and wooden structures made by my dad. I also showed a video work which is on vimeo here. I love the painting.
The day the show opened it was incredibly windy, and my family came early. A family matriarch Nana Lil went around and picked up every item looking at it carefully before putting it back in the wrong place. While I smoked outside feeling anxious a drunk lad came to ask what was going on, he said it looked crap and walked off. He then turned around and came back, explaining to me how his girlfriend had just broken up with him and he had been sat on the pleasure beach alone heartbroken. He said he had some videotapes we could watch at his and tried to persuade me to come back to his and keep him company, but I declined.
