The  works on show are five painted plaster casts of  a  teeshirt and  an  embossed  word. The origin of  the  work  was  entirely aimless and accidental. How much of LIFE is entirely  accidental ? And how much of it ends up as aimless ? How  often have you tried so hard at something, and rehearsed  it over  and over and over in your head, and at the  crucial  moment have  had  it all spoilt by the insensitivity of someone  else  ? Were they just being cruel, or were they so stupid that they just couldn't  fathom  it out ? You were trying really hard,  it  was going to be really great, and all of your hard earned imagination ended up being off axis and askew in the light of someone  else's reaction.  Maybe they ARE just stupid, they don't know a  thing, they're  not worth bothering with. But  really  you know that you wanted them to like  YOU  and  you wanted  them to like IT and it would have made such a  difference if  they'd liked and understood your thing and not, for  whatever reason, fucked it all up. Is  it  life that's just cruel, or can other people  really  make that  difference ? All I know is, just when you think you  know, you get proved wrong. back