Monday, 3rd November
Was reading today about Will Cornick, who murdered Ann Maguire, his teacher.
He was fifteen years old at the time.
I have read the article three times, I can’t get my head around it.
He showed no remorse and seemed to be proud of what he had done, “In my eyes, everything I’ve done is fine and dandy.”
The letters were cut from this article in Completely London, Issue 16.
I like to make art from stuff nobody else wants. Stuff from the bin. Stuff with a secret history.
I absolutely never cut up books which could otherwise be read, or clothes which could otherwise be worn. Nor, do I erase the blemishes left by life. I cherish life’s blemishes.
A few years back, I bought six vintage linen napkins in a charity shop, for the meagre sum of two pounds. So far, I have turned three of my napkins into sewn diaries, using fast food leaflets, old magazines and books.
Each of my napkins represents a month, with a different entry for each day. For example, the day Lynda Bellingham died, I added the Oxo box from my kitchen cupboard.