That silent, invisible, porcelain monument, Glossy and sculpted and made in our curious form. Shaped to fit its one particular function. Closeted away behind its own door, it exists on a social divide, on its own turf unlike anything else in the world. From across the room, it is furniture, necessary and ungainly. But from upon, the dynamic changes. Its awkward and humorous surface is broken, its urgent service availed, and what is revealed!?


Welcome to the blog of Sitters. The project is a study through portraiture of the most unifying of all themes human, the toilet. This project is all about revealing the hidden. There could scarcely be a ritual so ancient or emblem of civilisation so indelible, that is less acknowledged. Its function is the function of the human body, an age old marriage.

Yet it is difficult to visualise. We can hardly recall the where and when of our life's visitations let alone the events that surround them (except for the unspeakably extreme). For something so common, so universal, it is unmatched in its unfamiliarity. It is private, closed and altogether invisible. The aim of Sitters is to show the toilet and its inevitable role as who we are. The project flushes out the taboo and restraint that surrounds the subject and plumbs the small entitlements we take for granted. That's all the toilet jokes i promise.























Saturday 19 February 2011

Base Camp: Image 2



To the Forest Cafe on Bristo Square for image number 2. The Forest used always run a strictly non gendered toilet policy, which left patrons feeling incredibly new age if not sometimes a little surprised and apologetic. Which is exactly how i felt when i strode in a few weeks back and had a good curious snoop around only to have two females emerge simultaneously from either side of the cubicles. So it appears they've straightened out the tradition.

A few creative volunteers of the cafe have recently redecorated and put some really interesting vibes into the ladies cubicles. A little like my project, some stuff is very confrontational and directly toilet related, but also strongly feminine. The real gem in the Forest toilets is the enviable door to floor space, a real rarity! I am certain that my nameless sitter appreciated it all. Anonymity is a fair price after all.







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2 comments:

  1. Karen21 February 2011 at 09:12

    Love the content so far. I really like the new background picture, the images are raw and honest. I would be tempted to polish them up but that is just me and that is why I have little skill on you with 'honest photography'. I am now more excited and equally nervous about my 'sit'.

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  2. Jenevieve1 March 2011 at 12:24

    Love the last one! Uh, my legs have never been that hairless; which probably adds to the list of "reasons why Jeni can't sit on a toilet for you."

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