We received the critique for Task #2 from Sian Superman in the post in the form of a message in a bottle. The lid to the bottle didn’t come off without a struggle. (we learned later it had been stuck on with glue) Contained within the bottle was a piece of paper 3 1/2 metres long onto which the critique had been hand written. Below is a transcribed version of this. Thanks to Sian..

hello keeler &

tornero —

or is it

torner keelero?

OR

torneeler keelinerino?

MANY VARIATIONS-

‘KT’

(which is a bit like

kentish town)

anyway- HELLO!

this is from me,

sian from

grrrr!-

i.e.

a) one half of

GRRRR!

b) 50% of GRRRR!

c) 1/2

1/2 = me =me and pandora*

*pandora  _ _ _ _    _M _

Pandora Vaughan of

London (and a citizen

of the world although

she has some ‘Citizen

of Nowhere’ badges)

ANYWAY –

hello! i hope you

both are well. what

is well? well is good.

well is fine – i

hope – because i do

not know so i am

hoping  _ _   _ _ _ _  my

anticipation to forsee

you as two –

you (kt)

are –

well – good.

i hope you have

wellness. i hope

you are owning your

own (own)

WELL-BEING

very well

you – are –

SIMILARLY –

TWO

(like GRRRR!)

one half, 50%,1/2 = K

one half, 50%,1/2 = T

am i well?

thank you – i am

well too. A sunny

morning and i am

writing to you, as

part of your

(yes we’re getting to

it)

KeelerTornero

ART Task!

(grrrr #2)

and so, we need to get to

the hub of the matter

the heart of the issue

_ _ _ _ _ _

_ _ _ _ _    _ _ _ _ _

(diagram of heart)

_ _ _ _ _  sort of heart thing

– the

centre –

– the

crux –

– the

bones –

of the thing itself.

And that is, the

CRITIQUE

of the wonderful –

very MARVELLOUS!!

50+ objects which you

found and created and

your unique + inimitable

(do they mean the same

thing?) KeelyTornery. WAY!

its almost as if it were

a memory test, looking

back at it now – to

memorise and recite all 50

(plus more!) objects on a

type of generation game

kind of way. a conveyor belt

of delight and mystery

(and a cuddly toy)….all

of these objects emerge

therefore and reveal a

grand prize… the CAR!

or maybe a yacht.

ANYWAY

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

The WWI (? not II??)

helmet! our Rabbit friend.

the cans – painted – plus

painting of the cans on

board. the tiny houses, ladders,

the plastic turkey that

Fred thought was totally

bizarre… the colander!

the bird, a dog, a

beautiful sock glued onto

a piece of board. how

those objects smelled of

paint plus toil plus trouble the

moment they came – VIA

the suitcase of course!! –

heart on it

they lurked. they stood. they

giggled on the corner. they

were arranged like the

mythical elements of a

fantastical story. they

were shown, at grrrr,

but i think that is not all.

for WHAT DID HAPPEN

when we locked the door &

lowered the shutters at night?

what did those cheeky

young ‘objects’ do once the

light was off? & in

the thrall of a full

moon, as the youths from

queens crecent circled the

building on stolen mopeds –

high on modern drugs –

cashaying (sic) to the sound

of the reggae from the

family who lived upstairs

from the community

centre? the monkey on

the colander…… rolling

about the grrrr art

space with the turkey –

turning up the radio to

dance through the night.

that little dog… hand in

paw with the tiny man

who scaled the turkey –

laughing along to MONKEY

and his excellent 2

tone ska dance.

SOMEtimes we would get

into grrrr and the kitchen

would be a state. beer

bottles everywhere. ‘ those

little tykes!’ we’d smile

as we cleared up the empty

crisp wrappers… for your

art and our task came to

life in the grrrr! space.

it boogied with the band –

it sang with the dawn

chorus. it wept when

it heard the market

traders packing up for the

evening. your art lived

at our place,

YOUR

ART

gave everyone a little bit

of joy, hope, happiness + fun.

IT DID!

thankyou for being

part of grrrr! and doing

the challenge in four (or was

 it five??) days.

WHAT WE LEARNT:

Objects do come to life at

night!

WHAT DID YOU LEARN?

(please fill in):

 _ _ _ _ _

  _ _ _ _ _

  _ _ _ _ _

  _ _ _ _ _

 _ _ _ _ _

thank you. i thank you

managed to make the

sacred from the profane.

i do apologise for breaking

the PARROT WHO TRIED TO

FLY…he just would

not be stopped but his

wings were painted down

so it just didnt work

out.

RIP PARROT

(or did you glue him

back together).

so… what do we all

do now? _ _ _ _ _  grrrr?

yes, you have your tasks

and we the

grrrrsters

(sounds like ginsters)

wish you well…

we want you to

SUCCEED

to

WIN

to

PAINT

to

LIVE

and we would like you to

LAUGH too

and raise a glass to old

PARROTY

(diagram of parrot)

keelertornero = 10/10

thank you for getting this

far.

stay in touch. keep warm.

don’t accept money from

strangers –

lots of love,

grrrr! at least 50%of them

or half or 1/2 X