Photos from my exhibition

Here are some photos from the installation room at my exhibition the 37 steps.  There are a number of hangings, digitally knitted and then felted.  The images projected onto them are images from the same series of images that are on the hangings.  I've then photographed it and then projected the photograph of the projection (are you still with me?!), and kept going until the image became unrecognisable.  The whole series of projection lasts about 12 minutes. 

This is what I wrote about it for the leaflet accompanying the exhibition:

What should art be about? Much as I love art about exotic places and imagination, I want to make art that relates to my life. And much of that life is spent pounding the pavement and corridors. To record this, I spent a day taking a photograph of the ground every 37 steps I took.

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The resulting images were in some ways as I expected, unframed and random, often slightly blurred, with a deadening repetition of grey pavement, tarmac roads and floor tiles. Welcome to my life. However, there were also some unexpected instances of beauty: a small pink petal mixed with the dust around cobblestones; an interesting pattern from the cracks in the paving slabs; the linear repetition of a series of stairs. All things I had not noticed in my quick jog through the day. I don’t take time to look at the texture of the tarmac; I just check for dog mess and carry on. Yet if I look on my daily grind as if I were on holiday; if I hadn’t dismissed it as dull; if its familiarity had not made me immune to it, I could find things of interest to enhance my day. Why don’t we look?

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Layering image over image, reality blurs. As we march through life, our minds simply could not cope with processing everything we see, so the brain must tune out many things we abstractly see in passing. Does the brain retain something from it; like a grainy snapshot, quickly merging into another? Or does it decide not to remember anything, let alone the exact details of that spot on the pavement, even though the image has been seen daily?

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I'd love to know what you think of it.  It is definitely more interesting experienced in person, but this will hopefully give you an idea.  I'll post the work from the other room later this week.