Friday, 25 May 2012
The seven labours of Hercules/ Jon.
I had to clean a studio space for my final show, as usual Jon and money are not a good combination. So i bought way too much stuff, you could clean the Titanic with everything i got. Yes, that is the house i am renting, and yes it is chintz city. Yes we have 'letters for us' and 'letters for the landlord' baskets. One day i will write about this house, but you might not believe it.
This the mess i had to clean up, it was everything all the second years left, it was so messy a pig would not live there, a rat would rather move, a card board box is a step up. What i am saying is, it was a mess.
The second years left all this art work laying around, which normally means it is for the bin, but since im a nice person i picked it all up and stacked it in the other room. You never know, there could be a modern picasso amongst all that crap.Yes that is oatmeal.
I got paint to paint all this as you can see this is Sunderlands answer to Banksy, does your inner art critic begin to rage?
This was the blue tack wall, or as i named it, 'ow my hand aches from pulling it all off'. Seriously a teenage boy and a subscription to a porn website would have less aching in his hand than was in mine.
This was the room where i stored all the art of the 'artists' who left there work for me to clean and move. I fancied being a curator once, but from all the heavy lifting i don't know...