I love the way the human brain can conjure up connections between seemingly disparate things. Thoughts, ideas and suggestions can present themselves at strange times. And if I’m lucky these thoughts may start to coalesce into what I call a ‘thought noodle’. A wiggly but interesting path between unexpected things. Continue reading “From Brassbands to Conceptual Art”
My recollections from visit to Martin Creed show at Hauser & Wirth in London.
001 Singing Lady
Lady in gallery, dressed with a cape of ties, bag perched on her head, singing with a beautiful cut glass voice.
Looping and repeating until it’s not clear where a phrase starts or ends and therefore what meaning it takes Continue reading “‘Toast’ by Martin Creed”