The artist as a minimalist in the process of thinking something very minimal.
My friend Nick shows me a netsuke which he produces from a pouch in his pocket. It is a greyhound carved in ivory (antique), its legs delicately curved beneath it. It has beautiful eyes. Are they? Yes they are pieces of amber. They greyhound with the amber eyes.
In the new Pembury Hospital they have an electronic check-in system for outpatients. It is like a game. The screen asks you what language you wish to speak in and offers a choice of flags. Sex comes next. Male or female? Then the month of your birth. Then the day. Just as an extra safeguard - you don't want to end up as someone else - what is your post code? The screen then tells you who you think you are. Having indicated that you do not mind your name appearing on a further screen which summons you to your appointment, as you watch for yours to appear, you speculate about the owners of the names which unscroll before you. Fascinating some of them. Random characters in novels not yet written. When mine shows up I do not immediately recognise it.