To see, to behold, to absorb and understand at the
foyer of the Graduate show is to be a useful intro to
the show for your year.
I talked of the Design Museum, near the Hayward,
of a poster, lined to make a horizontal lines of
pencils to the rectangle. I, when placed in my
bedroom, automatically fall asleep. The fuzz, and
crackle of the television screen after hours, perhaps
after a night out, drunk on the sofa, finds
me identifying with the spirit that is needed for a
sleep.
Hurtling forward is statistics such as yours that we
are to be drugged, by radiation, by programming,
by advertising, and settling in for a night in
to save money, relax and indeed slump to a
cabbage patch kid pose. I hope my recent purchase
of a cauliflower qualifies me to be a slob, as much
as the next person.
Now that the poster is placed by the front door to
the courtyard, I do not need to sleep outside, so I
look with renewed energies to getting out and
about.
It provides for me comfort that I can return home to
try to avoid the pre-emptive strike of more than
two hours TV.
What muse is this. I looked and saw a stain glass
window of Philip Dove, a minder to the Analogue
TV,
or digital with flakey images. I hope we can
come to some kind of agreement that 12.1 years is
a fair portion of anyone life. Could I contact you
about this, such that the internet is taking over our
time
here, replacement to computers, exercising choice,
and dialogue to the other artists use of technology.
One hopes that the role will be reversed someday,
as we work past retirement age.