Saturday 19th April

TRAWLING FOR ART FISH:

Trawling art galleries in chill sunlight, the Tate Britain,

giant installation, enormous piles of stuff roughly bound

with sticky tape and screws. Wasn’t sure at first,

but when we stood in the middle of it the nature of it’s

junk rhythm made our eyes sing. Caught the tube to the other

end of town, bustling, vibrant, knee deep in young beards

reclaiming the dirty alleys of the East End for their own,

coffee shops grow like weeds – but tasting better.

At the Whitechapel, more installations,video, film, photographic

documentation, good to be reminded there are more ways of making

marks than I remember. The experience excites us to work

with scraps, publish books of our photographs of 14 years

of found things, make more documentaries about backwater

places classified as mundane, create images out of billboard

scraps and see if our recent series of large canvases

will translate to water colour.

Of course, no trip to Brick Lane goes without calling in at

Rough Trade East where we picked up a vinyl copy of,

Today, driving to the far north for a change. Restock the larder,

radio on, watching films unfold through the windscreen.

(K)

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