Back in mid-August we were making the most of the summer sunshine: beautiful, steadily arcing shafts of golden light only further exaggerated the vanishing points of the Hepworth Wakefield's tremendous contemporary arts space, the Calder.
We were amongst the first to see the install of the space's debut exhibition - Roger Hiorns' 'untitled' youth. A collection of found objects punctuate the space, and at intervals a naked youth occupies the space, watching a fire flicker and eventually die.
Certainly not the easiest exhibition to show in a short, silent trailer.. and further to our worries, our youths had disbanded, leaving myself and my trusty assistant together in the deserted space. Not wanting to disappoint, and after a moments contemplation, I volunteered myself and positioned on a bench, requesting my assistant shoot me in the stead of our model. The air in the vast space pressed against my exposed skin and the metal of the bench was unforgiving on my backside.. after an uncomfortable five minutes and an interesting exchange with the client, I redressed and waited.
Thankfully, a courteous model returned a while after my escapade into nude performance and I was saved from appearing unclothed in my own film. A great little shoot, and I'm closer than I perhaps intended with my assistant!