He/I is Christopher Wanker. He is at the centre of
myTHself. He was the first part of
myTHself to come from Christopher Walker.
"See me. In my suit I feel a part
of my country. I feel it between
my legs. I see how it unites me with my
country. My cock is London's
cock. With my cock, London's
cock, I began to play with mythself. With my cock, London's
cock, I propagate myTHself. It's what
my cock, London's
cock is meant for.
I come from within myTHself, from a driving ambition
to be part of you. I am my ambition seen
frustrated and fulfilled in my grotesque and surreal unity with the map of my
country. I am an image aroused by
desire to be before you and get into you. Put my cock London's cock into you, seeding myTHself... Look at the map of my country and see part of myTHself... I mean business - mean I business,
I am Christopher Wanker and I am here so you will see and consider myTHself.
For years I have remained within myTHself,
behind Christopher Walker. Within
myTHself I always had the knowledge that I was, that I could come
out. It sustained myTHself through the banal
labours of Christopher Worker painting the walls in people's lives brilliant white with obliterating emulsion. I feed the egoism in myTHself that puts
myTHself before you and in you. You have perhaps all, already looked at my cock, London's cock, but only now thanks to me can you see it! My cock is London's cock, it's my fantastic tool for cultural propagation, dissemination - it's in you!"
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| Hitching North & South |
How did I come to see it and how did it become a part of me?
In the week after Easter In 1994 on the M1 motorway
south of Nottingham I sat in the back seat of a car whilst the two blokes
giving me a ride talked in the front. I was hitch hiking south having visited my family in the North for Easter. I saw the rear of the truck in front and it said ''Hula-Hoops'' a brand of
potato snack I knew and ate. As we
overtook I saw 'Hula -Hoops' was also on the side of the truck. The next truck we passed
said nothing, it was blank on the back and on the sides... I began to see blank
sided haulage vehicles all around. Trucks with hauliers own details on the sides seemed almost meaningless to most of the public who saw them. With a quick count I estimated two thirds of the working haulage trucks' existing surface space could
communicate with more relevance to see-ers on the crowded British road
network.
Over the next few months I spent my time turning this observation into a
business plan. I called it "SMAC'm" - Strategic Mobile Advertising Campaign media. I knew nothing of
business and little of advertising
but began the project with belief in the idea and self confidence. I was living in west London
surrounded by the affluent business class.
I immersed myself in the creation of the business plan. To help me visualise the roads and hauliers locations I pasted my
bedroom/office with a large scale road atlas of Britain. It covered the walls and the ceiling wrapping the insides of my room I worked, slept and dreamt in.
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| His London bedroom/office/laboratory in Fulham, London. |
I saw how business needed demand for it's product - with care for little
else - and how advertising encouraged and created this demand - with care for
little else. I became disillusioned with them both. My
belief in the feasibility of smac'm remained but my belief in its
reason to be was undermined. Without money or experience raising the capital
for my idea would be difficult. But without my belief it was impossible. In an
attempt to persuade my self I thought up 'De-Ad' and fantasized that with
profits from SMAC'm I could create a de-Advertising communicative work which
would present the other side of the product of business. ... together they made SMAC'm DeAd, and it
was.
The corps of my schizophrenic business fantasy SMAC'm DeAd enveloped
me. Filled with frustration in my
thwarted ambition I stared at the map of my country pasted on to the walls
of my office... of my bedroom. The map represented roads constructed over hundreds of years by the desires of the country's people to move them and theirs about. On the roads were the trucks, and on the trucks would be the messages my vision had enabled. My fortune would come from the advertising I had foreseen and that advertisements potential to tap into the desires of my country. And I saw it rising in the form of the main roads
north out of London, The A1(M) & the newly finished M11... rising north from the newly completed orbital motorway, the M25. At
once it was part of me. My cock was London's
cock. I became united with the map, the form of it, of my country and me.
Over the coming
months I excitedly explored my fantastic new anatomy . I became myTHself Christopher Wanker , banker of fantasy,
whose main interest would be the interest of others and who in his suit could
feel apart of his country.
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| myTHsel's bedroom/studio/office/gallery Parson's Green, Fulham, London circa 1996 |
myTHself, Christopher Writer about Christopher Wanker 19.Sept 2006.
