This is the only existing photo, dreadful things. I got model kits and adapted them. Joseph Cornel was an artist I'd always found interesting, which is why I come back to boxes over and over. However it’s not really sculpture and relies too much on design, so fits into what I call 'flower arranging' type of art. I'm not anti flower arranging, I have an old book on it and it’s very complicated and full of rules to do it properly, but its 'an' art rather than art. I liked scorpions because of two things, it was thought they were the only animals, apart from man, to commit suicide and they dance. When they mate the male grips the pincers of the female and tries to pull her over a hole he has made previously were he has deposited his love juice which will somehow make her pregnant, backwards and forwards they go, like some ancient Gavotte, it can last up to four hours. So I installed them attached to pillars on the walkway round the quad at the Business School. In less than a week I had to remove them. The students complained that they were offensive, obscene, and cruel to scorpions. They started vandalising them in an uninteresting way, spray paint. So I took them down amidst no controversy at all. There all gone now, but I think Jacky, my wife, still has one, she quite liked them. In her defence, she usually has better taste and has a marvellous collection of contemporary art. |
I was fancying myself as an entrepreneur, being a tour guide was really feeding that conceit. I bought a company off the shelf, learnt the methods then set up my own company called initially 'East Road Gallery', then 'City Artists' then, finally, 'Sculpture House'. The idea was to make it a charity and Elizabeth Bayliss put all the paper work together for me. It took quite a long time, two years, I think. There is a lot of paper work, all the people I approached to be a director were highly suspicious, I didn't have a reputation for sobriety and consistency. I had to do all the work and, of course, pay for everything, but it got done, just in time to be useless as we were kicked out of the building. |