Laminated text piece shown in Groundwork at Kupfer Project Space, Acme Early Career Programme Award
“It’s what feeds you” Noggins said
I thought of Little Otik guzzling down all that boiled linseed oil
A long guttural utterance spilled out the belly of Noggins in the form of a slow motion yawn along with some dribble
Nogginssssssss
Ever since the slump, I’ve been sifting and sniffing through snippets, sieving the pig to find the supporting struts
And as I was shovelling & covering the stuff with Correx in the bin at work we shared with the butchers
I was reminded of secrets spilled over cereal as he shared his Judd and magic workshop sled with me - you had the rub the glue for maximum adhesion
And I thought of that bar - Big John’s Biltong and that. slogan Get Brexit Done
And then I cried in the car to an Arthur Russel song. a tomato up the bum
Mark my words, the repetitive and timely nature of the work meant we were all due to be cracked by The Claw at different stages
Shuffling around, trying to make ends meet and not meet trouble halfway
As I climbed into damp sheets on Cheryl’s boat
My plantar fasciitis flared up from the flattest Camper shoes possible
I dreamt of a tear-sodden wetsuit passed along like a split batten
And I searched for a way to slot myself together, experiencing severance & growth at the same time
And so I fired up the Gunnar, put a pen inside of it and gave it a shot
And in the morn my work slowly became

Laminated photocopied collage, low tack masking tape, Gunnar machined writing on scored mountcard, gifted bent drill bit