SMPR SPCE Artist's Page
.:-.;-:tv^ •• ,.• SMPR SPCE artist's page Chris Comer Polspakfilla, 2001 Size variable £01 TORI AL '?-S-'¥-JJ7Ml3S5S®i4SE3SS*3SS?^«'«'^'3^'"'*®*«"'^^ Pigs in spaaaaaaace. Or not... When Semper decided to do space, our intial thoughts didn't take to the sides, to the outer. We assumed space was the stuff between buildings, between mornings, between sinews and synapses, not that ofthe many-mooned variety. For many of our contributors, though, the appeal of astronauts and oxygen masks stiD holds. And why not? As our city, seemingly always under contruction, laps up and redevelops its last uninhibited stretches for office space, luxury apartments and billboards, one can't help but feel a little claustrophobic. And maybe this quest for the outer, exhibited by so many of our contributors, is due somewhat to an increasing dismay at the availability of appropriate spaces on this earth. Some nights the XXXX is brighter than the moon. Shuttles it is, then. i Smce leaving our childhood bedrooms we've all had to pay for the space we inhabit: our sleeping space, study space, •"'•'^<—^JtiiiiaJiJSi^ recreational space, and the space for the spaces in-between. The only space we truly own is the space inside ourselves: anywhere else and you have to pay rent, purchase a ticket or swap a fiver for a watery latte. Read Naomi Klein's No Logo PEOPLE WHO ROCK... and you may come to suspect the notion of public space is inherantiy flawed. Hell, you probably suspect it anyway. Big apologies to Rachel Burton who we somehow neglected to credit for our wonderful cover last All this is admittedly a bit ace at the moment, this disection of month.
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