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.























Wednesday 13 July 2011

s i t t e r s ahoy!


In time honoured tradition, I am overjoyed to tie up the hard graft of production by returning, unto my sitters, their print. It is by no means a straight forward ritual, and in this day and age one cannot easily hope to escape the convenience of post. As i am sure you well understand. Indeed.

So as an act of final thank you, sitters far and wide, who have dispersed since the project as far as Spain, London and (a family favourite) Granton, your prints are in the post.

And for those whose fingers have still not been pulled out, to use the parlance of our times, your prints are not in the post. Can i have your addresses please!

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