lost and found

This warmed the cockles of my heart today.

waste not

On monday I had a marvelous day in London with my sister. We visited The Hayward and saw the David Shrigley and Jeremy Deller shows. Loved the shopping list etched onto a gravestone and snorted over many of Shrigley's clever drawings. Tea united the exhibitions and in Deller's space I enjoyed a beverage in Valerie's Snack Bar while watching the snack bar trundling down the street in a video of a procession in Manchester. The exhibition felt very familiar, nostalgic even as I was presented with a past I'd been part of and a present I inhabit now. Back in 2005 Deller's show Folk Archive was a revelation to me and continues to be source of inspiration, the accompanying book is one of my favorite possessions. 

Song Dong's installation in The Barbican was affecting. Systematically arranged for our viewing were the contents of his mothers home, she hoarded all items thinking they would be of future use. This was a cultural and personal response to her life experiences and looking at her possessions laid bare was intriguing. While mooching through the stuff of her life I considered loss, value and the complexity of family relationships.