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.
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
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.
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.