Documentation of  Untitled 2011. Performance for A Queer (dis)position. 16th June 2011 at ]performace space[. Hackney Wick. London.

Seguirem Tallant Ceba? Performance for Fine Art Degree Show. University of Lincoln. June 2011

Research for New work.

It amazes me some times how the inspiration for some work just suddenly appears unexpectedly.

Last Friday morning, I was at a lose end. I decided to go and sit on the floor of the  Greestone Gallery ( which is in the Greestone building in Lincoln and is where the Faculty of Fine Art is based). I sat in the centre of the gallery because the sun was shining there. I looked to my right and I saw this old black manequin. Something inside me told me " I need to do something with this". without any rational and following just my intuition I began a new piece of work.You can see some images above.

Sartre's concept of inauthenticity

 As part of my research from my current work in progress for which I still have no title I have been reading Sartre- A begginer's Guide, by George Myerson.
I think his concept of Inauthenticity tyes in with Doris Lessing's  essay " Group Minds"
Quoting from pages 22-23 from  George Myerson's book, :

We have a basic choice in life. We can choose to be authentic or inauthentic.
To be authentic means to be experience fully the fact of our own unique being. To be inauthentic means to try to escape our own individuality, to live as you were not a distinct person. Sartre calls this 'the inauthentic mode of  "the they"'.....
.... essentially, I am living an inauthentic life when I experience myself just as if I were just one of the 'others'. I go where 'everybody' goes. I choose things not as 'me' but as one of 'they'. These choices are their choices: my clothes, my patter of commuting to work and back, my drinking in the bar.


I ask myself whether these are true choices. I think it is important to be aware of this issue so maybe we can try to connect with ourselves and be as authentic as possible. 
The process of researching and making Art makes me more aware, I feel that it helps to keep me on my toes and maybe be a "tiny weeny" more authentic.

Back in 1995 I came across a book by Doris Lessing titled " Prisons we choose to live inside" I thought it sounded interesting so I bought it. I hadn't been in England very long then, my english wasn't that good... I tried to read it but couldn't understand much so I put it away in my book shelf and there it sat for a long,  long time, about 14 or 15 years. Yes, finally a few years ago I picked it up again, its leaves not white anymore,instead they are a pale yellow.