It may be best, this once, to start from the beginning. I am a performance artist/academic who creates work that explores desire. At the University of Plymouth last week I performed a piece in which participants wrap their desires to my body. This is obviously an intensely personal experience and the contract that we enter would mean a feeling of discomfort in revealing any of these desires. In addition to this, I am blindfolded and therefore I can only assume that these desires would not exist if I had of otherwise seen the respondent. The desires that are left with me range from very personal and highly evocative texts to the mundane. But all are important.

There is one desire, however, that has left me wanting to create it for the participant; a desire which I have read and re-read a number of times since the performance. I say I want to create it for the participant, but I assume what I really mean is that I wish to create it for myself. Sometimes I confuse selfish desires with the need to good for the ‘Other’.  This desire excites me, it intrigues me, and now it had sparked off a desire within me. This may simply be because I am unsure of how to achieve this desire and as a result it is presented to me as an exotic ‘Other’. However this desire, or at least the person who wrote it, seems to have invited me to find them. So here starts my attempt to reach that person, to achieve that desire. They may have become a coquette, imitating my desires for excitement and intimacy, for closeness and adventure, but I am willing to find them.

If you are my coquette, the person who didn’t want me to know you, then this is my attempt to find you. If I am your coquette and you are the person who wanted me to know you, then this my attempt to find you. There will be more attempts to conclude this game, I hope you find it as fun and as evocative as I do. Please leave a message if this is you.

Well what can I say, this didn't work out quite how I expected. It may be safe to say that I can photograph and possibly perform but I can't sculpt. The playdough experiment has partially failed; it looks really bad and isn't really what I was looking for anyway. Although these experiments are part of a bigger performance concept the idea of interpreting places from other peoples photographs through the medium playdough is flawed: the image does not really reflect me and does not tessellate with the rest of my performance. In short I can't see the value that this has in relation to slave and master within interactive performance practice. However, not all is lost. I have come to the conclusion that this performance can be salvaged. The concept is still the same but it relies on the sending of postcards, but not from exotic locations, or the result of great expeditions. It relies on my limited experience of world travel.

My only major expedition, excluding two family holidays to Spain, has been a dramatic move from Kent to Hull a year-and-a-half ago; a 216 mile trip in a Luton Van which contained the entire contents of both Em’s and my life. This is far from the intrepid exploration I had in mind. I had planned to travel, to see those places that I had seen on TV as a child. However it turns out that my knowledge of these places did not come from lengthy travel but from photographs and videos belonging to other people. Therefore my experiences move between a state of documented ‘authenticity’ and a blurred sense of what could exist, a simultaneous reality and non-reality. As a result of these experiences I have created a liquid geography, a planet of which only exists to me through the interpretations of other people and through the simulacra of the photograph or recorded image. Although Benjamin could argue that I have never experienced the aura of Angel Falls, Ben Nevis or even Snowdonia, I would argue that I am, if only by proxy, a liquid wanderluster, plagued by the need to consistently experience exotic locations.

Liquid Wanderluster is a photograph performance exploring my need to move and explore, despite a lack of doing so. To make up for all the destinations I have wanted to go to, but never managed to arrive at I will find sites in Hull that have similarities to exotic locations and photograph them. I will send these photographs to friends and family anchoring the image with text from a holiday resort postcard. A memory I have of Hull will be also be written on the back of the image which will refer the location of the text rather than the image of Hull.