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I’m Squatting in your Condo Keef Winter


LI G HT, SANYA

I’m Squatting in your Condo Keef Winter 2011.10.27 - 2011.11.11

This document accompanies the exhibition ‘I’m Squatting in your Condo’ by Keef Winter in 3331 Gallery, 3331 Arts Chiyoda, Tokyo. It is a visual diary, an assemblage of artwork documentation and representational imagery from Winter’s derive in Otemachi and Sanya, to expand a narrative around the exhibition work. keefwinter.com allotropepress ISSN 2046 - 2859 (limited to 100 copies)

Front Cover: Garden Squat, Otemachi Back Cover: Condo Squat, Sanya

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caught in a machine and there are feelings behind glass screens and I can see all the components stare back at me.  

And I cannot speak for the anxiety, the pointing fingers and the official portrait. Clones of old friends lined up - all day making ammunition.

 

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walk along a bright corridor with blue metal walls and glaring white lights. Scarlet red pour from the gap underneath the doors, flowing across and into each-other from both sides engulfing my feet. The corridor soon intersects another but I keep a  straight path. flames



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finally arrive at a door on Iraho Shopping Street, it opens to a derelict house where old friend hides with his estranged and reclusive wife amongst the rubble. They are waiting for a message but it has not arrived.

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They invite me to take part in the construction of their shelter. In the yard, piles of raw material sit, ordered and sequenced into size, weight and value. We build from what we can remember, post and lintel, makeshift foundations, metal wires tied to tree stumps. Our tools are basic but we work on - sharing our knowledge as we build. Columns and beams are erected from thick wooden planks and steel tubes, panels of plastic composites are fixed to the exterior and white rockboard lines the inside walls. Gradually, out of the waste material of the old buildings, we fuse a new shelter together, not pretty to look at but functional and unyeilding in the harsh wind.


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I'm Squatting In Your Condo