Where exactly does time go? Sometimes I feel like my life is a huge block of time in which I am doing a lot of things but not particularly achieving anything. When a day finishes and all I've done is talk shit I feel incredibly unsatisfied. The more exhibition openings I go to, the more I socialize - the more I get this feeling. We have all the time in the world, we're young and free - some lucky few are even beautiful - but there's this overarching feeling that we're WASTING IT. Time, that is.
I made this work in the installation room this week. The title is 'Come In And Have A Break' and it's pretty self explanatory. Just another avenue for people to waste time, get distracted, eat a Kit Kat. There were 99 Kit Kats on Monday and today (Wednesday) there are none left. That means either a) 99 people have come and seen my work or b) I have eaten a large portion of those Kit Kats and a few people who I told to go and have a Kit Kat politely helped themselves to one or two. I want to make a graph measuring the amount of people who walked in when there were Kit Kats to the amount of people who walked in when there was no Kit Kats. Kit Kats. I love em.