sticky situations

Last night marked the start of something special. Well, maybe not so special, but yes it did mark the beginning of my invasion, after a bottle of wine armed with epoxy glue, a spreader and a handful of tiles I began my mission. Ok, so it wasn’t too successful, I had adhesive issues which basically resulted in me with sticky fingers, I’m going to look into better ways of fixing them, but it made me realise just how fun this is going to be.

I’ve been traipsing around old Leeds for a couple of weeks and marking out my locations, I’m definitely more inclined to place them in the nooks and crannies of the city, corners, posts and signs, where they will exist, in plain sight. It is so exciting to consider just who will see them and what their response is going to be. Will I ever know if they’ve been seen? Probably not. Do I want to confuse people? Probably yes. Well not confuse, perhaps just, for a brief moment someone passing by will spot my piece, and perhaps think about it, maybe for a second, maybe not at all. I think this is what I find most interesting about doing this piece. I love the enigma about the whole thing.

In consideration to my locations, I’m developing on an idea which has been driving my pinhole antics, based on the quote by Georges Perec, “What Happens When Nothing Happens?” I am really interested in art and the everyday, the idea of banality, moments of nothingness and I thought about developing this to..."Where Do You Look When You're Not Really Looking At Anything”. Ok its not as snappy but yes, the idea of a time when you’re wandering around in a bit of a daze, not really looking at anything, where do you look, what do you see, what do you notice etc.

I like to think my work would catch the eye of a wanderer. I always return to the city when looking for inspiration, watching the people go by, seeing what they do, how they interact with each other. Strangers are so fascinating, people you don’t know and will probably never see again, for a moment they enter your life and then they are gone. Ephemeral moments. I’d like to think I’m leaving something for these people, for people I don’t know, maybe they will see them, maybe they won’t. Who knows?