Installations2020shown

OPENING MY WORLD

The studio moved into the show, and anyone could come and stand at it

The artist bent over a white table in the gallery, working on a black card with a brush, while a visitor stands watching; bleached works hang on the wall behind

The whole white table seen from above, covered in black cards, folded books, glasses and jars of bleach, brushes and small tools — The whole table.

Two visitors bent over the white table working on black cards with brushes, glasses of bleach and finished sheets around them — Anyone who came in could stand at it and make one.

Several pairs of hands over the table at once, brushes and droppers working on small black cards, a large gold-marked sheet in the middle — Several hands at once, most of them not his.

A white table in the middle of the exhibition, with the work still being made on it. Bleach in a drinking glass, a jar of it gone brown, a syringe, a brush, a sponge, a rolled sheet. Black cards laid out with the colour lifted out of them — some finished, some not, some started that afternoon.

A close view of two hands drawing on a small black card with a nib, three finished cards with gold marks lying beside it — A card, mid-mark. The gold arrives as the colour is lifted out.

A jar of bleach gone brown, a dropper bottle and a brush lying on the white cloth beside two mounted sheets — The jar goes brown as it works.

A rolled paper tool, a glass of water, small black cards and a black sponge on the white cloth — A rolled tool, a sponge, and cards waiting.

The books and the sheets on the walls were made this way over several years. Here it was happening in the room, at arm's length, with the smell of it, and whoever walked in could stand at the table and take part.

A drinking glass of pale bleach and a glass jug on the table, with a black sheet leaning behind them and a large bleached work on the wall beyond — Household bleach, in a drinking glass.

Two sheets mounted on a black card — one copper and mottled, one cream and streaked — with a syringe lying across the corner — Two sheets, mounted, and the syringe that drew them.

A glass of bleach with a brush standing in it, black cards and small folded books spread across the white table — The brush stands in the glass between marks.

His own account: various works over the years, a process and atelier showcase, a performance, and something the public could take part in. Opening his world to them.

Medium: Live working table, bleach on black paper, with the public
Role: Artist
Client: Espronceda Institute of Art & Culture, Barcelona