an exhibition by
Tracey Sanders-Wood
December 2000 - January 2001, The Foundry, London
TEXT-ME-UP-TOO! Living in an especially adapted environment in our coats, shirts, bags and so on, it frequently ventures out... attaching itself to our ear, hip or hand...
AND WHEN WE DON'T WANT TO BE VOCAL... It allows our journey to become less boring, our seated or standing relaxation time less thought provoking. I DON'T WANT TO WASTE MY BRAIN CELLS ON THOUGHT REGURGITATION - I can communicate - I can communicate personally - no-one may be aware of my surroundings or my thoughts - but i can express that thought - my thought may not be 'thought out' but i can express it in comfort - at ease in the most public of public places and ... nobody will know - nobody can see - i can say it - i can receive it.
THE USE OF ME IS CHANGING THE ETHNOLOGICAL CLIMATE AS YOU READ ... How many new, mediocre, old relationships can i breakdown? How many tedious marriages can i destroy? How many lives can i rebuild? How many barriers can i break to make the person at the other end re-build their lost confidence in aspects that would never arise - before this art of communication.
What we say in a text message we would rarely communicate verbally, face to face - by phone - by e-mail or by letter. SHORT-SWEET-SUCCINCT. A sad moment - an idle moment - a happy moment - a limited amount of characters to say what? ... Ten people - their texts ...
06:42 You do inspire the cockles of my toe nails - you're a lovely, caring, fab + gorgeous no.1 friend thanks for being there + thanks for giving
06:46 GISMS?
08:07 How u 2 day? the sun carries my love so stand in its glory and let the light show you who u r xx
08:09 Wake up + text me!
12.37 LISTENING TO RISE AND THOUGHT OF YOU
17:37 IM GETTING FLEA BITE WITHDRAWLS
18.43 HI IM NOT SPEAKING IM FINDING MYSELF
20.07 You'll always be my Xena, Wonder Woman & Cow Gal. You are also my bunny girl, stripper & wild woman
21:29 ARE YOU FKN DED öR WöT?
00:08 KIPPERS
00:36 Until the colour of a mans skin is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes, me say war ... peace brother,, speak to you soon star. lips
AS THIS NEW DISPOSABLE ART OF COMMUNICATION GROWS IN OUR PRESENT 'THROW AWAY FLYER' ERA WE READ BETWEEN THE LINES AND SUBJECTIVELY WRITE OUR OWN STORY...
