Televisions

For a while Will’s work consisted mainly of cast concrete televisions. Each of these has a different message in gravestone-style text recessed into the screen.

The second smaller TV, ‘silence‘ (edition of 25, 2006 ), was dropped off around Sydney city in the dead of night and photo-documented by Garth Knight.

Why a television? To relate to an object we must know it, apart from the human body Westerners probably spend more time ‘relating’ to a television than any other object.

“In a 65-year life, that person will have spent 9 years glued to the tube.”
Consciously and unconsciously we receive more messages from the television than from any other source.

With its ‘tombstone’ lettering it could also serve as a grave marker for Western culture. Televisions are a product of mass production and concrete is a material of mass production, as well as a ‘poor man’s bronze’.

Life is fleeting

Because life IS fleeting, or so it seems sometimes on reflection. Staring at a TV, concrete or otherwise, is a waste of life - go out and live.

Numb

Evolve

‘obsolescence’ concrete television

‘Built-in obsolescence’, a well known and accepted phrase created to make and keep us dependant little consumers. An old fashioned TV and video player, bundled together ready to be obsolete by the time it hits the shelves. Newer technologies need to be created to make our latest acquisitions redundant by their first anniversary. Obsolescence is part of everything we buy and is everything you’ve just bought. Like the past it just happened and your TV just went out of fashion too.

Numb

Silence

Silence

Silence

Silence

Silence

Silence

Real

REAL, coz it ain't (cockney? mockney!) A rusting, dying homage to the false God sitting in every home in one form or another. You've received so much information from this and yet so little of it is real, or even true. It must be real, it says so.

Forever

Forever is a long time.

Evolve

We must evolve, all things must evolve. Like religion we must evolve, move with the times, roll with the punches, adapt to survive or face extinction. If we don't evolve, if we don't keep thinking, we deserve to be history.

Art wank

An art work that tries to describe itself in the worst possible way, reducing itself to the lowest level of art-less art theory. The more this piece describes itself, the more it sinks into a meaningless paragraph, sentencing itself to oblivion. An art work that tries to describe itself in the worst possible way, reducing itself to the lowest level of art-less art theory. The more this piece describes itself, the more it sinks into a meaningless paragraph. Sentencing itself to oblivion. It is of the language used by members of any number of publicly-funded, self-serving arts groups, charities for voyeurs that can neither be artists or critics.