Another one taken from the ‘assisted ready-mades’ brief that expresses an understanding of our idea of ‘home’. This is where I often sit late at night/early morning. Drinking wine, smoking fags, drinking coffee, smoking fags. Thinking, too much and too little.
I did this work on the day I found out my dog had died. It had been an emotional week, my best friend was rushed to hospital for an emergency operation three days earlier. Waiting rooms can be terrifying. On the morning we found out about our dog, Tequila, we were exhausted. The bowl was the only thing we still had belonging to her.
“It would be very tedious to figure out how many injuries associated with cotton swabs were reported each year,” says Deborah Kotz, an FDA spokeswoman.
While ‘deep mapping’ my home environment, I found it difficult to decide where exactly my home was. Continue reading “As The Tide Goes In And Out”