A rubbish unfinished piece. I made the cut-outs at Wimbledon. I had a room there with seven life size images of me. In front of them were six projectors containing all the images on different timers fading in and out. It was set up like an identity parade, each figure changed as the other images were projected onto it. There was a lot of noise, which was sort of interesting. All the clothes were mine and I have ended up wearing glasses. Tony Crag asked for the one in the leather jacket, after a party at the studio. He took it home and managed to snap off the head on the way. Afterwards, when I went round to his place in Fulham, there I was, in a corner of his room, with no head. |