Michael Landy, the guy who destroyed all his possessions (He didn’t like them) has made a new thing…
Art Bin – in which people are invited to turn up and chuck all their failed art into this massive bin thing.
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Utterly brilliant. I’ve got failed art. I’ve got a LOT of failed art. In fact in one way or other, most of it’s failed. I’ve had two exhibitions so far, and nobody bought a single thing. Idiots.
This is a bit like the thing I’m working on at the moment – time-capsules for all the things you thought might come in handy one day, but never have. I’m making an instructional video etc – which is proving to be a lot more difficult than making the actual thing, and that’s hard enough.
Anyway, Michael Landy’s Art Bin reminds me of these massive fallen-angel/devil/bat things that I once found off the side of Battersea Bridge in London when I was sleeping on Mark’s sofa, and getting drunk all the time.
Mark’s Sofa
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Me at the time
The Greeky, where I used to get drunk quite a lot
Those days are gone. Soho has been cleaned up. Mark’s tidied up his living room, I’ve moved to Brighton, New Zealand and Tallinn. I don’t shave or cut my hair that much any more. The weeds have turned into trees, and the trees have grown. It will be autumn soon.
Robotic Sensory Loops and Whatnot
Servo Bender
If I were in Mark’s flat with it in such a state, I’d drink too! Although, to be fair to Mark, my messy flat now might look like that in the cold light of a photo. What in the hell are those bats!? Elaborate goth party decor dumped post party?
Well to be fair to Mark, that was possibly almost entirely my mess.