This was a performance at Braziers International Artist’s Residency, which was two weeks of mayhem in a park in Oxfordshire, England.
At lunch one day someone mentioned tumbleweed and that gave me the idea for this work. The other image in my mind was the classic lo-fi children’s toy of a stick and a wheel or tyre.
Fates in church halls and school playgrounds were a staple of the ’70s suburban English childhood. I remember them as always a bit disappointing. There wasn’t much to do, I didn’t win any prizes and the cakes were either not very nice or off limits.
This event was at Cecil Sharp House, home of the English Folk Dance and Song Society.