This medium, the Blog is interesting. One aspect of this is like a diary or journal. It suggests that there is an audience of one, myself alone but when I write this, its not in the same format as when I access the  Blog itself. It feels as if someone else has written the text if I log in and read what I have written. The surrounding frame of warm neutral tones with the familiar menus of font, text layout and other options, will disappear. The new layout is more formal and engineered towards reading rather than composing. I of course know the text was written by myself. I'm not quite in my dotage, yet; but somehow because I have had nothing to do with shaping the surrounding architecture of the site, my text has been adjusted. I've noticed something similar when someone else sets an author's work in print. We select certain fonts that we use constantly but editors choose fonts that suit a whole book layout. When authors send in texts for publication, their layouts, use of capitals, choice of font, spacing etc all contribute to the meaning but it's all lost in the editing process. This is perhaps the first stage in the erasure of the author. 

Another aspect of this medium is that it is accessible to millions. So we are all encouraged to write as if at some time others will read what you are thinking as private thoughts. The structure mirrors the classic paradox of the human condition. I am aware of my own existence but how do I know whether others are aware of myself? They may all be simply generated by my own perceptual encoding. A test of this is of course to find out if anybody really is reading this. Louisa has sent my address to 40 other people and suggested that as they build their Blog they link to this one. Comment would therefore be good, as it would suggest that I am not alone. So, for those of you bored with this, see above for images of my last piece of public artwork. It was for a very targeted audience, designed to embarrass a local landlord and raise awareness of how local building stock was being left to fall apart by profiteering speculators. It is meant to be placed outside the actual building that is falling apart and is meant to have a similar sensibility to roadside shrines. Candles are lit in front of it at night.