34 Lillieshall Road

Whilst In London I just couldn’t resist paying a visit to the HOME I’d been reading all about in the book I mentioned earlier by Julie Myerson. It seemed an odd thing to do, but I had to see it for myself. I got on the tube to Clapham Common like so many of the past residents of 34 Lillieshall Road would have before me. I Google mapped from the tube and I found it! I found Lillieshall Road! I was so happy to finally see it, the houses where smaller than I had imagined. I walked up the road; it had got to 5 o clock by this time so it had gotten dark, maybe unfortunately. I couldn’t see the house in its full light. As I got nearer to the house I walked down, following the numbers, 12- I’m on the right side of the road then. 32… It must be the next house! There it was, the lights were on, someone was home. Was it the writer? I had no idea but without hesitation I rang the doorbell. (Well I took it all in first, got a few photographs.) I didn’t question myself before I rang the bell though, I just did it. A little boy came running to the door and I could hear his mum say ask who it is first. I explained he didn’t know me. His mum came to the door, all a bit flustered. I was flustered too I apologised for just knocking on her door like this, but I was in London and I had read the book. She knew about the book but explained the writer no longer lived there. I have to say I was a little disappointed that the writer was no longer there. I would have loved to have met her, and I know she would have invited me in no questions asked. As it was, the women who lived there was pleasant enough but explained she was just making tea, well I think she said dinner, so didn’t feel like inviting me in. In a way I didn’t want to go in. I had got my glimpse of the place. I saw that the hallway wasn’t the bright pink that the writer had described in her time at the house. I saw the colourful stripy carpet going up the stairs and the lower level kitchen down at the end of the corridor, which looked modern and white. It was strange because after I rang the bell, I didn’t want to go in. It was this families HOME. Their private place.

Catfish

I was just about to put a blog post up about the painting I have been working on in the last week when my house mate asked me to watch a film with her. It’s a film that someone suggested I watch after I gave my presenting context presentation a few weeks ago. It’s the film: CATFISH. What a film! So relevant to my current practice and has really got me thinking about some ideas I’d had not long ago.

In the film we follow the real life story of, at first we are lead to believe, an 8 year girl who paints and becomes friends with the narrator of the film who is a photographer. The narrator is spun a web of lies which goes on for over 8 months as he becomes friends with what he believes is an entire family, forming a romantic relationship with the little girls’ 19 year old sister. That’s a brief description trying not to give too much away!

The film explores the role of social networking and the extent at which fantasy can become reality through the means of the web. The online world is indeed a world of its own; separate world from reality. You can put anything up there real or not. You can access a world of information about others. Create an entirely different person from yourself online. Whether it’s making an entirely different self or maybe just an improved self, only the good points?

The film was so well made, it made we think about the internet the whole way through, through snippets of Google maps, Google maps arrows and finding houses through Google maps and being able to find information about people and events all so easily. There was one part of the film where a physical letter was sent between the two people. This got me thinking about the physicality of a photograph again.

So think this may mean I might be making something new for my show and listen tomorrow! Revert back to the facebook vintage photo album.