Playing with a filter of metaphor, we considered the sculpture as a forest. This is OK because it may well resemble one when we see it, and if it doesn’t, the exercise will produce some lively misunderstandings.
I ran through many forests that I have known (in my minds eye) and found that I preferred those that I have never visited, especially the semi-tropical dripping variety where the trees merge like the fur on a sloths back, shaggy and stinking.
What Sherwood forest has to do with all this, is explained mainly by the sepia gunge that we all too easily add to make things seem historical. Anyway, a brief flirtation with laying-in-wait, to accost unsuspecting passers-by, robbing from the rich and… well everyone really. And there I was back at the subject, ‘exchange’.
Something good came out of it though, my presence in the gallery will be centred on a location that I now consider my camp. Don’t worry I have had enough experience of theatrical installations in galleries to avoid taking it too literally, but it gives good purpose to the nature of my space, which was in danger of becoming an ‘information point’. Instead I can listen to stories around the fire (which in reality will probably be an AV display, that will also benefit from being considered a fire, rather than a desktop gui or a powerpoint presentation).
Hmmm perhaps I should lay-in-wait and shoot bullet points at people – seems popular these days.
