The theme of the everyday and the daily-ness of the room’s presence has been a motivating factor. Every time I go to visit the room what will I find? Has it been filled with tables and chairs? Has it been cleaned? Will I be blocked from going to the room? Every time I visit my room I do not know what will be waiting. The anticipation of how I will find the space increases as time goes on. This disused room has become a part of my experience, something I have explored, not literally by looking at every inch but its essence. I could photograph or draw every inch of the room but this feels tedious. I go to the room alone. I bring other people to the room. Some are interested and relate the room to other rooms they know. While some find the room a quite space to daydream or knit. This room has a feeling. I share this room with my friends and strangers. This is the essence of this work. This is what is being documented. Tutors have visited this room. Only briefly. Is this because these tutors know that the room is mine, for now? Will this room be released from its responsibility of being a focus once the work has finished? I doubt I will continue to visit the room, but maybe others will for reasons that are yet unknown. The room may become an office for staff or a storage space for photocopy paper. Then many people may visit the room. Although they will not know they are part of my art.
