Black Bull Street –
Clarence Dock –
Former Chemical Factory:
Contribution to the above unnamed space
by Patrick Kirk-Smith >>
Next door there is growth, but not yet any sense of permenance. Some kind of reflection on a previous goliath of *
* industry through the residence of the current gol-
-iath who has ^
^ taken to residing over theit fallen predecessor. There is a trace of something left behind that remembers here.
Black Bull Street #1 [12:44, 27.04.14]
Remember in James and the Giant Peach? The Black Bull Rhinocerous? This conjours that; the awareness of former factory fumes; the aggression of the bricks; and fear of the empty danger; abandonment.
But, the name is not important, the knowledge of the context of why I am here is pertenent – a bricoleur’s exhibition (though not namely). An exhibition that observes and takes from the “odds and ends” (L.S.) to form a new space or new text or new thing. I am the theif, stealing inspiration or something similar.
Folly; a certain shape
Folly of a language in a certain shape, or of the purpose of a person in a certain shape, or of a seat in a certain shape. A certain shape – this one – is not defined by myself. It is already standing and takes a form from something that stood but it no longer standing. It takes its shape from demolishion (s?) and a certain destruction at a certain time. It is a futile structure, but one that has not yet taken a prisoner. Me.