An exhibition held in my flat collecting work that parodies suburban life, modes of expression and clichés.
Mounted photographs from A Suburban Drive lined the corridor outside. In the kitchen, the fridge was covered with fake childrens' drawings, there were Romley council posters on the noticeboard, and a projector showed a selection of videos. A curated playlist of 2000s pop songs was playing, and guests were given WKDs on arrival to remind them of teenage house parties. Glasses made of card, modelled on my own, were distributed for guests to wear. Towards the end of the evening, I gave a speech and performed two songs. Guests went home with a party bag containing several pieces of printed matter, painted pasta and sweets. Everyone agreed it was a good night.
Glasses, identical in shape and size to mine, and were given to visitors.
These printed card were strewn around the room, becoming trodden-down pulp by the end of the night.
That's Weird Isn't It!, acrylic, tape and yoghurt pots
Maximalist Painting, acrylic on canvas
Angry Painting (about how Angry I am), acrylic on canvas
Lame Lame, highlighter on paper
A Suburban Drive, 35mm photographs
Contents of the party bags guests were given as the left the exhibition