"There’s also no reason I should remember Andrew Sculley—Scottish ex-RAF dog handler turned art student—who’d found a tin of emerald green paint and painted three interwoven lines from the door step of ‘Nowhere’ across the road, up an alley and into the entrance to the graveyard. He later said “I wanted to show—man—that ‘Nowhere’ læds tæ fouking nowhere.” He was quite a literal man. One had to admire him for that. His other major project was a huge wooden carving that he made from the bole of a tree. The carving became increasingly smaller until the eventual knob of wood was thrown into the river and floated away on the current. He took photographs of the carving at frequent intervals with an empty camera – and the final product was nothing. I never did enjoy conceptual work of that nature. He certainly worked hard and worked long hours – but I really failed to see the value of the exercise. I was glad however that the tutors gave him good credit for the work. No matter how much I find such things pointless it pleases me that the Art School world allowed it. It pleased me because it all added to the ambience of Hatch Mill. Anything was possible – and Andrew Sculley had been a symbol of that."
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