I Love You Katy Stephens, The Exhibition

On Wednesday, it was mine and Natalie's exhibition. Outside the cleaners cupboard, we had a notice of what the exhibition was about. Then the exhibition viewers went into the cupboard, saw the A3 portraits of the people we met and then they shut themselves into the room to reveal the secrets. This worked really well, as people viewing the exhibition were so interested in what others had written and they were trying to match the secrets to the photographs.

The Cleaners Cupboards

After this idea, we started to decide how we were going to use the space and what we would exhibit in this space. Because the room is so small, it has no name or number on it and nobody knows it's there, we decided it is quite suspect. Therefore, we wanted to document people, but make it very personal. So, we have decided to travel to Mold and Flint, talking to strangers and asking them what there guilty pleasure or secret is. As you can see above, we got some very interesting or rather shocking responses. These places were very different and therefore, we thought we might get different responses.
For instance, in Flint was one that struck us most was the top middle one, I Love You Katy Stephens, because the man who wrote this was just an average guy and almost didn't seem the type to write something like that. Flint was very different to Mold as in Flint, we got asked into a pub and took some photographs of locals in the pub!

Exhibition A

Myself and my collaborative partner, Natalie, have been given the assignment of producing an exhibition on Kingsway campus. Initially, we walked around the campus jotting down ideas of where we could exhibit. We found a number of places, including underneath the stairs, a vacant office and even the trays in the canteen. However, nothing has been particularly catching out eye.

However, when just walking back to the lecture room, we came across a cupboard. This turned out to be the cleaners cupboard. Instantly, we were drawn to it. It had real character, for instance a bit of string hung up acting as a washing line, but also had great white walls that we could see our work exhibited on.