- posters on the windows. take phrases from the letter and display them for the community to see. could replace with my own phrases (actually related to our flat ie. “greeny has come back from NI”)
- developed: could change the poster every hour and update our neighbours on our lives, just like nanny updated avi.
- leave letters on park benches/in public spaces for people to find
- make prints/resolved images based on phrases. text layered with photographs? could even be made into a book.
- project phrases on to the flats opposite my window? very Jenny Holzer but also very impactful.
artists to look at:
- Alexa Hare (collage, text)
- Kevin Harman (doormat project, community-based art, almost performative?)
- Matthew Sawyer (‘hidden’ public art, ‘documentary works’)
- Sophie Calle (almost like a detective, engrossed in other people’s lives)
- Jenny Holzer (text art, small and large scale)
things to remember:
- don’t worry about where it goes. don’t worry if it gets far away from the letter. make work. learn to draw a line under the sand.
- do something fun. do something lighthearted
- the simplicity and perceived ‘mundaneness’ of the letter is what makes it work. play with that.
Some visual experiments with paint/spray paint. Taking phrases out from the letter and seeing what they look like in isolation/rearranged with other phrases.
Katie made chicken pie for dinner on Sunday and it reminded me of you – can we make one together when I’m back? I’m sure it would cheer Dad up. Don’t tell him, but I found an old Led Zeppelin tee in the Oxfam down the road which I’m going to bring down for him.
I’m writing to give you a bit of an update about university. I guess this could all wait until I’m home but maybe it’s easier for me to start writing about it before I start talking about it. The truth is, I’m really not enjoying my degree. And to some extent, I think that’s okay – we don’t always enjoy every minute of everything. But sometimes I wonder if I only wanted to study international relations because Dad wanted me to, which makes it even harder for me to speak to him about this. I’ll obviously wait until he’s a bit better to bring it up, but I can’t keep ignoring it any longer.
In other more lighthearted news, Andrew took up my offer of him stopping off at ours for the last few days of the easter hols on his way back up to Edinburgh, so you’ll get to see him again soon. I’ll probably ride back with him too.
Must go now – Tilly is nagging at me to finish washing the dishes (again).