Man in green jacket lined with white fluffy material: “How would you feel if I gave you a piece of this artwork?”
Mersey River rower: “What do you mean, it’s a piece of video installation, how do I take a piece of it home with me…”
Ubiquitous is everywhere action and thanks to the small tight stairways leading to the first floor of Greenland street’s foundation beginning with A my work remained anonymous – just like myself as a performer or artist in the presence of an audience on the opening night.
Boots were bashed trousers were ruined and self-performance exuded across the widening floor as light and colour danced upon the walls – and the objects I brought with me, they made friends with the ghosts of each hallway stairwell and barricaded windowsill. Dust was all and Perspex sheet (scratched upon the surface) rendered heavy efforts beautifully reconciled.
These moments were then given away – fragments of a whole film reel were offered to the audience. Value and spectator as embodiment of an artwork’s worth were both explored through conversation: conversation with space, object, interaction and displacement of “a set piece ever changing”.
Man in green jacket lined with white fluffy material: “Each film is a fragment of what you see before you. You have seen it and your presence gives it a title. Here’s the title…”
He takes from a rip in the right hand side of his jacket a silver shining disk embellished with an intricate drawing and hands it to the rower – this is a votive act – an offering of ritual and shared experience an opportunity and tangible object of touch…
