From London with Love (2022)
Installed at Hochschule für bildende Künste, Hamburg, Germany
Semi matt print digitally combining two images, disposable film print, 3 letters and 1 diary entry found (framed in Perspex and MDF clip frame), Victorian Postcards from Southampton, Parts from an electronic heart kit.
NOTHING IS NOTHING
In the late 19th and early 20th century the Seaweed Hut was a familiar sight of Weston Shore, Southampton. It was erected by fishermen of the village. Piles driven into the ground protected the walls and transverse beams of oak support the roof.
In the late 19th and early 20th century the Seaweed Hut was a familiar sight of Weston Shore, Southampton. It was erected by fishermen of the village. Piles driven into the ground protected the walls and transverse beams of oak support the roof.
It was composed of seaweed so closely matted together that the interior presents a smooth surface and was impervious as a wall. The exterior was renewed from time to time by a few loads of seaweed which the fishermen piled on as required. Making it an ever changing site build from its natural environment.
It served a mainly a shelter and rendezvous spot. The hut was also used for smuggling kegs of spirits being deposited in the hut.
The hut was still being used in the early 20th century but by 1967 it had fallen into disrepair and was demolished by the council.
In 2018 on a school trip to the seaside, my friends and I wrote something in the sand in seaweed, 'Nothing is Nothing''. Inspired by messily etched teenage graffiti, which lined the Margate cliffs, which perhaps was or perhaps wasn’t, a misremembering of a King Lear quote ‘nothing will come of nothing’ (Act 1 Scene 1).
It served a mainly a shelter and rendezvous spot. The hut was also used for smuggling kegs of spirits being deposited in the hut.
The hut was still being used in the early 20th century but by 1967 it had fallen into disrepair and was demolished by the council.
In 2018 on a school trip to the seaside, my friends and I wrote something in the sand in seaweed, 'Nothing is Nothing''. Inspired by messily etched teenage graffiti, which lined the Margate cliffs, which perhaps was or perhaps wasn’t, a misremembering of a King Lear quote ‘nothing will come of nothing’ (Act 1 Scene 1).
Solidifying a bond of friendship through a tongue in cheek nod to school-yard paraphrasing of Shakespeare. Bad. land. art.
