… and another Japanese lady standing awkwardly with a mobile phone.
I live in the UK. The work I make for publication, performance, broadcast and installation is often “subversive” (SFX), at times “startling” (The Independent) and occasionally even “fascinating” (The Times). Recently a total stranger shouted "F***ING WEIRDO" at me from his car, which I'm also taking as a great review.
Wikipedia classifies me as a “Science Fiction Artist”. I’m not sure what the anonymous Wikipedians and/or their taxonomical algorithm were thinking, nor am I entirely sure what it signifies, but I’m willing to live with it. I like to imagine that it means I’m an artist from science fiction. Perhaps a character in a William Gibson novel?
I like creepy old mannequins, broken toys, museums, absurdity and making technology do things its manufacturers wouldn’t approve of.
I am based, divide my time, and work.
Special Executive for Shit Performance Art strikes again.
“I can’t believe they’re talking about this shit with a straight face” of the week goes to a recent article on Artsy (aforementioned) on ‘The Secrets of Art Pricing‘. If they’re meant to be secret, should you really be telling us? Never mind. Submarkets for individual artists, and markets within different periods for those artists, […]
“… the art trade is now centred on glorified shopping malls run by quasi-property developers (art fairs)”
You Pay Me Me Train.
“Buy art in one country and pop it in the private jet.”