‘Systems created in refractory sand plied with plaster’
Portsmouth April 8th
Wake early – about 5:30 am and fall back to sleep straight away without reaching for the phone to check – snooze with cat perched on shoulder until alarm goes off 4 times
Preparation:
Spend part of this weekend looking through several large boxes of oddment’s that others may call them – they all formed part of a show at Pallant House gallery in 2009 – ‘Goose on the Hill’ – where I retold my life to that point in geological metaphor in the print room cases – cemented my outsider artist status…
http://www.disabilityartsonline.org/?location_id=1…
I had dug up a load of keepsakes and documents – some I had kept with me – some from my parents house – photos, mementos, tickets, books, newspaper clippings, toys – displaying them as cultural ‘Fossils’ – this show led to my London 2012 Cultural Olympiad commission ‘Look About’ – Some of these fossils were my school reports from 71, 77, 78, 79 – ancient times of need – I needed them for 2 reasons – to put on show as a Zone fossil from 1971 and 77-79 – and also to create a digital work – ‘Redacted reports’ where at the height of the MP’s expenses ‘difficulties’ they covered sections ‘of detail’ up – I covered up all the good bits of my school reports and set them to play on a digital picture frame as a new work for the show
I had to find the school reports to take to Cambridge as part of Konfirmation day so searched, luckily finding them in the first box along with the tarzan cards I obsessively collected aged six – also my cub card showing obsessive ‘badge collecting’ then how I gave up the scouts as it was too ‘Social’ for me to cope with.
They made interesting re-reading
most of the words – complain – evidently I only tried on a very limited array of self imposed specialised subjects which I excelled at but at the cost of all the others – proof of inbuilt systemizing at an early age – I didnt join in in class – I certainly didn’t show what I could do in art – I had given up and hidden after having the picture torn up in front of a class aged 11 when I spelt my name wrong – may have turned that one around now…..not the maths though- even though I love numbers and Fibonacci sequences – patterns i use in my artwork and music composition – i don’t ‘get’ algebra at all – numbers and substituted letters did not appeal to either my dyslexia or literalism
School made me who I am – I am glad of that
now we will see what happens this week
