Slimming World, 2011 |
When walking the line that separates the centre from its satellites, one often intercepts messages left by others, and intended for others. Signs of failure, dependency, longing and excess; all make demands on the recipient that cannot be fully met. Sometimes the messages are unclear; the meaning obscured by the gesture itself. Someone here once spoke. Articulating their presence on a different trajectory, by leaving a mark designed to be misread.
Slimming World, Marriage Guidance, Part-Worn Tyres, Happy 30th Birthday, Chicken in a bun £1; all desperate signs of dissatisfaction in the face of desire, yet clues to lives that will never be known, stories that will not be heard. There is a melancholic weight to such signals, they become obstacles to be navigated; best kept on the other side of the road. I take note of these warning signs, written in indecipherable code; their meanings remain uncertain, their directions unclear, their demands unheeded.