Behind Islington Mill an artist had set herself up in
residence behind a small table and a sign reading “Hello OPEN.” On the table
were a few old bottles. People were invited to bring something and destroy it and
these were emergency bottles for people who didn’t bring anything. Lowri Evans’
performance of potential catharsis through violence against inanimate objects
was advertised thus: “Do you have a household item you would like to smash
against a wall? Do you have something you use every day that you’d like to
destroy forever? Do you have something precious you’d like to break into tiny
pieces? Then now is your chance! Bring your object and yourself and tell me all
about it!” Lowri was dressed in a high visibility fluorescent yellow jacket and
kindly supplied protective goggles, hard-hats and gloves so smashers wouldn’t
get hurt. I brought an old stereo I’d found abandoned on the street and had
taken home in the hope that it would function, however it didn’t so I suppose
it wasn’t really something precious. This turned out to be the largest object
anyone smashed, but I foolishly only wore goggles and got green paint all over
my hands from the large shipping container that things were being smashed
against. I should have worn gloves! After each person smashed an object, Lowri
would select a shard from the debris and place it in a small transparent
plastic bag with a message phrased from whatever the smasher wanted to say to
the object. My bag has a transistor and a message tag reading, “Graeme To
carrying you home and never working.” She asked everyone how they felt about
smashing an object. I told her it was fun but I didn’t feel any different after
smashing the stereo, I had a sense of equanimity about it. Some people did get
some catharsis out of it, especially Jen Wu who it was generally agreed threw
the best smash of the day. Her bottle shattered into so many fragments it
seemed magical: almost total destruction. Later in the afternoon more people
gathered and some stuck around smashing lots of objects, mostly glass but also
an old squash racket. It was a smashing party. Lowri smashed the final object,
a glass she’d brought all the way from Brazil. She told us that after the end
of her last long term relationship she had smashed every glass in the house
except this one. Now even that last glass was destroyed forever.
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