Let there Be
broken bulb, used foil & fishing tackle box
Today I registered for graduation. I handed over three pages of forms and £40 and got handed back a receipt measuring 3x4cm. I don’t know what I expected. Champagne? Perhaps later. I came back to my studio and made some art. It seems all I’ve been doing lately is filling out forms and applications. I like organising and tackling little issues like this. But it’s nice to be truly creative also.
I found this tackle box in my loft over Summer and have only recently brought it to my studio. Some objects I find I instantly connect with and others feel disposable. This one is precious. The bulb and wrapper hold value to be too. And yet they have short histories and have seen little. The psychology of nostalgia is not as straightforward as the cliches would suggest.