Scream
I will tell you a tale about a girl which is all over the place. But, what does happen when you are all over the place, is that, at the end, you manage to be in no place at all. I don't want to say with this that you can't be all over the place. What I'm expressing here is more related with the way one is all over the place. What you do make present must of the time; what you do disseminate throughout your agency state.
She's an hilarious, hot hearted (Morag Myerscough, hand-painted wood and sandbags, 2013) girl, lost in the meandrous of life. She crossed oceans, down-hill mountains, created symphonies and devoured cities in a frenzy and schizophrenic mode. What is it that drives this girl in life? It is an embracing need to find love and laughter (Chris Bracey, painted aluminium, neon and light bulbs, 2012), friendship and belonging. She looks in to religion, in to music, into pop culture, an organized chaos (Greg Lamarche, hand-cut paper collage, 2013) by means of collages or assemblages (Meg Hitchcock, several works on paper, 2013). Through her, light breaks where no sun shines (Chris Bracey, neon, aluminium and light bulbs, 2013). Like in a marketing bowl the process is a constant seductive illusion position. It is a pretence.
What she wants, she will not get satisfactory until she give up and let lose. Move away from it all. Focus and build on her omniscience. But she stays in a kind of flirtation between the object and the desired object. It is quite a cool situation - like seeing a plastic bag floating around in American Beauty -, but she stills need the distance provided by the camera that captures the quintessential moment. Her participation is due to that distance. Unfortunately, it makes her irrelevant.
You can "see" (read) more about the act of storytelling, both in oral and pictorial form, and artists practice that incorporates words and language, at the exhibition Telling Tales, at Scream.
And that is the tale about a girl living in London, with whom, once upon a time (Chris Bracey, acrylic paint, reclaimed wood, light bulbs and neon, 2013) as a schoolboy, I had a crush (Greg Lamarche, hand-cut paper collage, 2013).
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