Tuesday, 25 May 2010
I received a press release in this morning’s email. It detailed the work commissioned for Whitstable. “Damnation” I exclaimed (or something similar) “Adam Chodzko’s work has the same title as mine!” (bar the addition of an ‘s’ this is true – and although of little importance I still wish I had called mine something more original). This aside, yet again I must admit to feeling like the poor cousin in the lineup. I think I will always suffer this way, it is inescapable. Not long ago, in a group show in King’s Lynn, I was the only ‘local’ amongst a coven of sharply and darkly dressed, pale and youthful London Arts graduates. I was mesmerised by the influence of their collective self assurance and instantly assumed the role of their brown coated minion. Within minutes I was, at least metaphorically, tugging my forelock and gladly performing any number of obeisant tasks. At one stage I believe I even began to drag a limb. To this day I have failed to discover a suitable phylactery against such power.
My responses in such matter are disorderly to the point of insanity. I must discipline my emotions.
The press release is delightful and I was planning to instantly forward it’s flatteries to all and sundry. Unfortunately my email programme scrambled image and text to such an extent that I will have to spend a little time reconstructing it for general release.
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