Brief description
I knew this person in Leeds when living in Montpelier, a Victorian gated community of flats with a lawn at the front. It used to be an orphanage. These may still be the days where you fit everything you own in to one room because one room is all that you own and have to yourself – her room in Leeds was full of herself. I used to sit on her bed and draw for hours whilst she inspected insects collected throughout the day at her desk at the foot of the bed. To the left of the bed on the wall an original piece of artwork hung framed on the wall. The work was by her father a successful rock climber in the world of rock climbing and a notable artist too.
Here in Bristol her room looks pretty much the same. Its full of all the same objects and houses the same person – there is however but one addition to this – a strange object rather like a medal draw or a draw to keep different beads of varied shapes and sizes. Turned on its side and propped on top of the same desk against a different wall it has many compartments for her many micro-objects to be shelved. They collect dust but hang pretty: each of them holding an aspect of her personality – when she is out of the room I quickly lick one of them clean… a different one each time, replacing it before her return.
Back in her old flat in Leeds (I know someone else who lives there now) upon the wall in the living room, hangs another of the compartmentalised draws used as a shelving unit – it too holds many objects that are apparently unrelated.
One day I’d like to stand them both side by side and cross-reference them looking for any difference or indifference in repetition…
