nightworker

Talking with people about working nights has brought up some heart rending stories and Laingian approaches to recovery.

Desperate for funds following the break up of his marriage, one person managed to get a job as a night cleaner in a conference centre. The solitary vacuuming of endless floors for twelve hours a night was the only way he got over his upset. Another person owned a Kebab shop. Starting work at 8am, he wouldn’t finish until 4am. Six days a week, for twelve years. Now he runs an ice cream shop with a friend “it’s my reward.”

This year I have spent too much time sorting out exhibitions and being frustrated by (still) dormant landlords, agents and owners of empty shops. When the Photofringe asked if I would do another exhibition I decided that it would be a mobile, portable affair. In Brighton you see so many groups wandering around at night, coach trips, conference delegates, hen parties, stag parties, football fans, gospel choirs, bands etc why not exhibitions? I like the informality, the potential for misinterpretation and mythologising.