'there is no title'
Somewhere in Liverpool
Something for Something Called
The Liverpool Biennial
For something called mercy
There is no war.There is no terror.There is no murder.There is no poverty.There is no starvation.There is no disease.There is no pain.There is no corruption. There is no sadness.There is no ecological disaster.There is no cancer.There is no plight.There is no robbery.There is no danger.There is no stress.There is no loss.There is no drowning.There is no plague.There is no fear.There is no crime.There is no tragedy.There is no trauma.There is no memory.
There is no title.
There is just me.
There is no title.
There is just me.
Remains of 'There is no title'
10 years on from the original process of 333 -
I get a call - A voice asks -
"Would you do that piece 333"
The voice talked about shock
Replication really isn't in my repertoire / I was different / The world had moved on / if it hadn't I had /
Shocking an audience is easy . . .
I asked the voice to consider how much he would pay for a bag of blood and hung up.
A couple of days later the voice calls back and offers a lump of cash for a bag of blood . . .
People pimping shock, I thought - Was I pimping blood / Blood Money?
The performance simply became known as - 'there is no title' having been titled in a previous time and a previous place for a previous people.
This was simple exchange - blood for money - it was all very black and white - it was being arranged like a rocky re-match - it was unintelligent - it was not about me or the the work - it was shock they were after - that's what they got -
We really don't give a shit in England - we think we do - in fact we profess we do like anyone who really doesn't - we're band wagon arm wavers - charity givers giving to ourselves - we like to express that we do give a shit more than most - but we don't - we are as neutralised as the Swis but with less class - we are lazy in our care - disinterested in time - needy in our attention - busy with smiling and being nice - puerile in our lack of attention and attention seeking - institutionalised in our approaches - infantile in our concentration -
The work reports on what has happened / what has happened /
It heads towards the brutal exposure of our lack of dignity and humanity with a simple rendition of the
'Declaration of human rights' whilst emptying a bag of blood onto my body.
This action was not my choice it was the audiences, the witnesses, the congregated who voted for this act to be enacted in front of them.
Images below outline expose the underground section -
A short clip that outlines the performance can be found here
I get a call - A voice asks -
"Would you do that piece 333"
The voice talked about shock
Replication really isn't in my repertoire / I was different / The world had moved on / if it hadn't I had /
Shocking an audience is easy . . .
I asked the voice to consider how much he would pay for a bag of blood and hung up.
A couple of days later the voice calls back and offers a lump of cash for a bag of blood . . .
People pimping shock, I thought - Was I pimping blood / Blood Money?
The performance simply became known as - 'there is no title' having been titled in a previous time and a previous place for a previous people.
This was simple exchange - blood for money - it was all very black and white - it was being arranged like a rocky re-match - it was unintelligent - it was not about me or the the work - it was shock they were after - that's what they got -
We really don't give a shit in England - we think we do - in fact we profess we do like anyone who really doesn't - we're band wagon arm wavers - charity givers giving to ourselves - we like to express that we do give a shit more than most - but we don't - we are as neutralised as the Swis but with less class - we are lazy in our care - disinterested in time - needy in our attention - busy with smiling and being nice - puerile in our lack of attention and attention seeking - institutionalised in our approaches - infantile in our concentration -
The work reports on what has happened / what has happened /
It heads towards the brutal exposure of our lack of dignity and humanity with a simple rendition of the
'Declaration of human rights' whilst emptying a bag of blood onto my body.
This action was not my choice it was the audiences, the witnesses, the congregated who voted for this act to be enacted in front of them.
Images below outline expose the underground section -
A short clip that outlines the performance can be found here