The Thousands

Christopher Day‘s artist statement for this exhibition was proving itself difficult to understand. I am not saying he was being inaccessible or ridiculous. There is a lot going on, is all. Some of which I got. And then I would blink and lose it. “God damn it Penny,” I said to my editor sitting across from me, “I got to get out of here. Where’s the bathroom?” Well would you fucken believe it? Speak of the devil! Upstairs in Penny’s bathroom hung an artwork by Christopher Day. I don’t know how he feels about that, but after spending some staring at it this is what I got: End is Day’s exhibition that resists our superficial understanding of ‘the end’: Photo-collages show the end of a car that looks like it’s at the end of a rocky desert; A mother and daughter come to the end of a cave; The end of a supermarket aisle; A man’s end (an arse); A women’s end (an arse). It’s the same thing in ‘extreme diversity’. And with that great revelation I left Penny’s bathroom.