Jeremy Talks.

Ideas for my performance personality are ever-bulging. During my [self-imposed] lunch break, I put myself in the Manna café where they left my brain through my hand and pen, onto or into my [rescued from beer] notebook. Now they leave there, and my hand on which I was jotting during the journey back, and join lots of other tacky information on this screen. So here they are - selected works from days gone bye-bye. All subject to editing. I have never 'said' that before in my life. The order you see them is the order in which they were written, first at the top.

Strand and Sons 2004

For this piece, I built two minuture replicas of myself and took them with me where ever I went. The boys, Curtis and Regicide, were born too young to speak so I was the voice for their thoughts. This project gave me a chance to explore the twin concepts of puppetry and parenthood. The boys are now sleeping in the loft of my parents' home, and enjoy the odd trip to the park. This perhaps more of a profound statement, about freedom.

[My aim here is to capture the reflective, positive memory writing style that often creeps into these 'My Work Remembered' things and still cram in a few jokes. I am not sure if 'too young to speak' deflates the rest with its deliberate sillyness. Jeremy must remain serious but likeable, not [self] consciously weeerud].

Fore! 2004

I was a caddy to an imaginary golfer in Manchester city centre. My bag was empty and this made me scream at passing strangers. The odd highbrow dropped twenty pence into my bag. This was method madness.

[A bit too boastful at the end. Jeremy is not arrogant, and that is why he is a performer - he needs to be viewed alone, he loves to be acknowledged, especially for doing something that leads to new ideas for all concerned, he thrives on the belief that his work matters even if only to a small number of 'high'/'open'-minded individuals, who he dislikes on a social level and aims to reach indirectly - it's antigravity darts].

Teach The World To Singh 2003
Rusholme, Manchester has the second biggest Indian population in the country. In this project I urged locals to celebrate their native cultures by joining an enormous queue - of course a symbol of Britishness. The resultant wall frieze is now touring the world, and it shows that not everyone is how you'd expect.

[This is useful - I have to be critical of my own thinking and writing in order to improve my ideas quickly because I want to perform in character at October's Vaudeville. I want to do something a little better than the horribly unfunny fake lunacy that usually appears. I must make him a business card too].

Pixle 2002
This was based on the idea of subtle machine faults that had been programme intentionally by the user in order to empathise with the errors of others. In this case, the natural disorder was dyslexia. After being diagnosed in 2000, I decided to to turn this eternal obstacle into an advantage, as well as make reference to it in my work. In the future I wish to celebrate this beautiful system of logic.

[Too serious, sympathetic and 'good' natured. I like this idea but it is out of character. I do not want him to be real, just realistic. Where is the line? Perhaps I could steal his idea...it's not as if he reads this anyway...]

Other titles from my hand:
Northern Whinge
Temporary Con
LOOK! REAL AMERICANS!
Traffic Island Discs
Oxford Road Charge

The omitted ones, Coastguard, Lie Bury, Cupboarding and Lazy Sunday are too vague to be worth typing up, and I want to draw on my printed shirt templates anyway. More the morrow!