A solo exhibition at Artspace's Mezzanine
In a recent conversation with a friend I asked her whether she had ever stolen anything as a youngster. For my part, I do have a memory of standing in the dairy on Vauxhall Road thinking about stealing something while the proprietor was busy (after being dared to by my older brother), but I didn’t, I chickened out.
I boldly claimed to my friend that I was such a geek I had never stolen so much as a lolly.
Not long after, though, I found a few pieces of detritus my studio research boxes, the first of which put a lie to my words.
In this exhibition, I serially reveal, catalogue and archive my accumulation of discomfort in weekly chapters.