Frieze + Zoo
‘Did’ the above yesterday with my fellow foundling artists. I have to admit I was sickened by Frieze;not by the blandiose displays, the scary gallerists and rich people, nor by the obligatory neon writing that every gallery seemed to sport. It was motion sickness that afflicted me. The pavilion is built on jenga like piles of wood and it swayed and bounced as we lurched from one stand to the next. As we left I suppressed an urge to ease one of the blocks from its pile.
Zoo was completely different. Like a crazy overstuffed degree show it was full of joy and interesting things. I managed to talk to a few people although I totally failed to hand out any of my cards. I think that each gallery should have a little box for artists’ cards on their stand (possibly attached to a shredder) it would save a lot of awkwardness all round.
I was also asked, rather pointedly I thought, when I would stop writing this blog. I still can’t get over the idea that its not really all in my head.
20th November.
