Was at the degree show yesterday, saw loads and loads of brilliant stuff, fantastic. Laura Howard included several discrete pieces in her show, a cracked porcelain teacup was in a glass box on a plinth, and every few minutes the sound of it being smashed would echo round the hall, but what made me laugh was the expression of anxious guilt on the faces of people standing nearby, even though they had nothing to do with it.
This piece of hers below I found very moving. Five individual walking sticks standing stiffly, not quite upright, as part of another absent self, made of wax so useless. A piece that led my mind off in all sorts of directions about our society’s relationship with ageing, and with the elderly.