Sally O Reilly
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Personal Brief
Sally is a writer and art critic. She makes a differentiation between the two so that she sometimes has the chance to make things up completely and doesn’t just have to offer opinions on things other people have made up. Sometimes she co-produces events with Mel Brimfield – they were responsible for the performance programme at the Whitstable Biennial 2006 and the ongoing fiasco The Brown Mountain College Cabaret.
Sally is also the co-editor, with Cathy Haynes, of Implicasphere (www.implicasphere.org.uk), which probably best communicates the boundless curiosity and unending quest for ingenious moments that propels her through the world of cultural production. Show her an esoteric idea or an ingenious aesthetic turn and she’ll secrete it away in the grab bag of memory until it eventually resurfaces in some form or other in a publishing or performance project. Cultural environmentalism requires that we don’t throw stuff away to prioritise perpetual newness and inevitable mediocrity – let’s reuse what’s great and revisit what’s useful.
Artists on your radar, shout them out!
Nineteenth century gentlemen pamphleteers, material structuralist filmmakers of the 1970s, hula-hoop burlesque in New York now, fifteenth-century Venetian rhinoplasty, Blue Blouse and the living newspaper in Soviet states during the 1920s, poached up by the New Deal theatre programme in the US during the depression, Mesmer the inveterate womaniser, coyotes and Kaufman and tricksters through the ages, Pliny, who tied a cushion to his head in order to investigate an erupting volcano …look everywhere and at all times…
Which is your number one location – and what’s it best for?
WEll, ...
‘Getting creative’, what’s it all about?
Awe, ha!
Your Life, Right Now – what’s the soundtrack?
Tum-tiddle, tiddle-tum-tee...
What is your idea of a jolly good time?
What happened the last time you were a complete disgrace?
In this city, where is your most romantic spot?
Romance is not a place, it’s an attitude. It is romantic to arrange to meet someone in room 17 of the British Museum, not knowing whether you’ll be surrounded by Egyptian mummies or African masks. It is romantic to have an all-day picnic in a square in Bloomsbury and persevere when it rains. It is romantic to go on a pilgrimage to the house of Ford Maddox Ford or visit the pubs in Patrick Hamilton’s Hangover Square. It is romantic to sit in front of the overstuffed walrus in the Horniman Museum for an hour and discuss plans for the future…