This is part of The IDA
Ideas Agency

a commissioned project between 92-95

Besides displaying the images and text, hanging from ceilings and on the floor too, It also used computers and fax machines to communicate with people at the venues and to make the work (early Amstrad for images - if you pushed these word processors you got a strange mechanical wood block look). The venues were varied, galleries and art centres, of course, but shopping centres and nightclubs too; plus conferences here and abroad. It is here to archive part of our history, when so much of who we are and were has disappeared; our fate still.

The disability movement seems to lack the political consciousness and drive compared to the excitement when I did this early project. The IDA raised consciousness; gave alternative opinions to the mainstream; supported people and asked questions. This latter was perhaps the most important; to stimulate people to think and question, never just accept.

They were written and imaged over an extended period throughout the eighties (and thought earlier). The many questions on strips strewn throughout the exhibition appear to be lost but what remains was work I did, originally for myself, because I found nothing expressing these thoughts/feelings. I wanted to read these things; to be stimulated to explore and develop what became new notions of society, philosophy and ways of challenging the construction of the culture of science; new theories of reality, which could incorporate other ideas but not exclude my/our experience and understanding.

As always with earlier attempts, I feel embarrassed about them. I'm sure many of you will agree I should be, but I ended up launching a public life as an experimental artist with them in the early nineties because I was in love with ideas and experimenting (so being a conceptual artist was my birthright); plus there might have been someone else out there like me in need of stimulus, comfort and irony.

The ideas might seem tame but then my fax machine, an old industrial one like a large dog, would get hot as people faxed me their pleasure at something different; their disagreements with the thoughts; and their own new ideas.


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