Clemence Boyce, Regan Gentry
Quality time with used gum
Not something you do everyday.
An installation of remains
Not really, as all the gum was hand masticated. And that stuff is revolting when hot, wet and slippery.
I have always liked this word. So simple and compact, and entirely
appropriate when considering the state of newly spat gum.
To chew and not to swallow
There is something so neat about this state of affairs. When you chew, it follows to swallow. But the chewing gum industry is based on the human impulse to fill your mouth but not really.
Art is so often about creation, fabrication and construction. Spat was too, but by re-creating the outside. Elevating discarded gum, intimating it has a life beyond the walls of a minty-fresh mouth, the installation sought to question communication. Is used gum simply evidence of all those words, those phrases and moments we lose everyday?
Artfully placed lumps of Hubba Bubba and other such brands spread across the floor, some being picked up by unwitting visitors. Many lumps being carefully negotiated around by viewers unsure about how to see it.
Discarded and disregarded
Lost in silent debate
Old school chairs encouraged the brave to squat in a corner on nasty
recycled carpet and admire some particularly grotty lumps.
Abandoned saliva reduced
to infectious curiosities
Enjoy kitted out as a sticky wunderkammer.
Bacterialised artefacts adorn
an empty space
People asked, “but where is the art? What am I supposed to be looking at?”
Stuck to shoes and arses
And chairs and walls
Using a heat gun, hairdryer and baking paper.
moments with the
of strangers’ mouths
It happens all the time. And only now and then do I think of my mother.
Just where has it been? Whose? When?
Less is more
[But Extra is less]
Stand in a supermarket checkout and try to figure out what messages gum
companies try to communicate.
Low calorie Extra. If it doesn’t give you any sugar what sort of extras does it provide?
Words cast down
Left to linger
Now rudely resurfaced