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Eden Lost - Sala Ritmo y Compas - 09/04/11
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Stuck in the fence. Where he stayed. I often pick up these lost toys but this one had a horrible floral embroidery on one side.
Last seen:
2008
Description of art work in former glory:
Performance with my mum about her black half-sister in March 2008 at the National Portrait Gallery.
Cause of disappearance:
We were working for a week down at Shunt. It turned out that my dad had killed himself sometime during that week. My mum and I were due to perform our piece at the National Portrait Gallery a few weeks later and in the meantime I had to go up to scotland to organise the funeral. While there I found a letter to me from my dad in typically critical language. My mum and I were still reeling from the event by the time the performance at NPG came around. I decided that as a self portrait of my family and this particular and peculiar moment in time, I should read out the letter. During arguments at home, those not involved usually carry on with some task while keeping their heads down. As a child my mum had worked in her step father's chipshop peeling potatoes while her mother and stepfather fought in the kitchen. So for the performance, as I read the letter from my father, my mother simply stood, peeled a couple of potatoes and stared as the peelings as they hit the ground.
Later that night we all went to Shunt to celebrate the show and relax. I got really drunk and on the way home realised that the letter from my father that had been in my back pocket had disappeared. I went back to shunt, looked everywhere, waited til the cleaners came in and followed them round, but the letter had gone.
Left over:
There is no record of the performance, photographic or otherwise. Of the letter, only a taste remains, and the potato peelings that littered the white floor of the gallery have surely long decomposed.
Artist:
Greg Mclaren with Mum and Dad
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What will you do, when your watch breaks in space? In space there is no day and night to tell you how much time has passed. If you get lost in the nebulas, you won't know how much time has passed, could be an hour, ten hours, a day, or just ten minutes.
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This is inspired by the story of Stanislaw Lem, one of the crew members of the space ship gets lost, while exploring the nebulas. His watch breaks and so he has no concept of time, he is exhausted and when he finally gets found, he already has turned insane. He is convinced that he is already dead and this is the afterlife.
Lost Colony play, 1939. From the Department of Conservation and Development, Travel Information Division Photograph Collection, State Archives of North Carolina.
Back up in the highlands to Bidean Nam Bian and the Lost Valley of Glencoe with excellent weather, long slog but views were epic.
Lost In Astoria during their EP release show at Szene in Vienna, Austria. lostinastoria.bandcamp.com/
While walking on the Royal Botanic Gardern in Edinburgh, Scotland, I came across what appeared to be a lost glove, placed in the middle of a rose bush. It was somewhat a strange place for a glove, so I decided to photograph it. Just a few minutes later, also in the botanic garden, I came across another lost glove, also pink, and also placed on an odd spot: over the largest tree fossil in Scotland (Pitys withamii).
Although the individual frames can be considered nice photos, when composed together, in my opinion, make a much more compelling and interesting image.
The lost have been recovered and I'm able to share the other half of my farmer's market pics with you. Almost all my produce along with more crowd and the capital view captures are included in this set. Enjoy the Des Moines Farmer's market.
Also if have need to recover a scramble drive drop me a note. I do have a couple of recommendations.