The Word Collection Project

A live text artwork

Contribute your words & secrets to the Collection. Recently featured in a SKYArts interview with the artist, The Word Collection Project is a live text artwork, through which Nicola Anthony sources all the secrets and statements used in her work:

“The project has been ongoing for 5 years now and remains surprising, intriguing and compelling. The sentences people send me are often very human and honest, the collection can be beautiful, disturbing and reassuring at the same time.”

“I use the sentences to structure the work, I start applying them as marks and drawing with them as lines. One of my favourite things about seeing people view my work is when they come up really close to read the words, and start stretching and crouching and shuffling along in front of the work as they follow the sentences – the only type of line you can draw which insists people look at every component of it from left to right.”

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I want you back, please. I harbour a secret arrogance: the idea that I have a boundless potential, and could be better than most people at most things if only I wanted that enough. I am protected from the truth of my inadequacy only by my lazy reluctance to try new things. I think about you everyday. I keep hitting my head against an invisible wall.
I am defined by the lists I make on a daily basis. I want to be taken higher. I’ve written 5 of these now, it’s cathartic! I will think of something to write later. I wish I was. I am also just me; kind of crazy. I want to play with you. I don’t need these amateur dramatics. I said to myself. I spray them. I have a crass panache for stating things blatantly. I believe that. I kept hold. I don’t want to waste time rhyming spaceships with paperclips. I prefer to test my strength, luck and charisma. I need a reason. I finally did it. I had potential. I feel different every day. I get distracted. I can’t bear it. I write so polite. I make you nervous. I planned it. I just stress. I can live on bread and milk for weeks. I don’t care. I dated the lot. I said stop. I can pretend not to be your friend if you want. I writes. I am strong ‘til the finish. I think it’s time to clear up a few misconceptions. I was avoiding discussing the weather. I wrote this in about eight and a half minutes. I tried to warn you first. I think not. I writes what. I breath. I live. I seen through the games you’ve been playing. I do it different see. I did it no you didn’t. I might just beat her up one time like you know what. I tried to talk to you for days. I tried to let a heart sing. I shouldn’t be asking but curiousity killed the kitten. I have had enough is that any way to treat someone you love. I know right. I whip these up far too quick. I make it specific so it’s blatant. I tried firing warning shots. I ambush the natives. I can’t tell how it’ll be heard. I spied that. I forgot the woman was crying wolf. I miss her daily. I stroll through snow lately. I blew it before and never had a clue. I can’t be arsed farcing nomore with the queue of people that greet me every day speaking of yesterday. I thought the cold was caught. I just don’t give a… I say unplanned. I call it grammar. I can’t be blamed for my minds sins. I spill my feelings. I get lost. I wanna ask the guy something. I can’t hear you over this roar of applause. I was playing everything has become a game. I mean yeah, really, okay, save it. I get to thinking about that smile. I choose Raiden. I work in sanitation. I live it, talk it, keep giving. I died doing something you lot didn’t. I could never be. I speak heat. I predicted this. I leapt off a cliff and took flight right in front of your eyes. I know. I am sorry. I state it hoping it wont be like when Sodom and Gomora raped angels openly. I have insight. I mean site. I am inartiqulate. I just think shit up as I writ it down if it sounds nice. I need to ring my solicitor. I hope you remembered your umbrella. I am not what I mean. I taste the ashy tang of kiss-chapped lips while smoke of blistered promise fades to charcoal charm. I hope and be happy. I never wear matching clothes. I wake up. I am constantly developing both inside and out. I don’t have any secrets, I just forget lots of things. I said burn this Judas of a body. I’d trade her for this burnt-out mind. I am a spun out Catherine wheel. I appreciate you. I can’t create. I am in the nightful quiet of the star shining bright. I often think of death. I think it shouldn’t just work it should be lovely. I’m off. I say antidisestablishmentarianism is the longest word. I see a dog raise his head to follow the scent there might be before sleep. I know a falling comes to the dream-filled deep. I wanted to have a place. I am taking part in my own resurrection. I will always believe that life can be beautiful. I am here. I am a runaway. I am an outcast. I have my head in the clouds. I am koko. I play our song. I will leave my body here. I would rather be nothing. I can’t stand to touch velvet. I am reflective. I have a mind full of shells of verbal fireworks. I resonate. I am you. I needed to escape. I can’t sleep. I wish upon a star. I forget about you. I wish for you. I wish for me. I click to save the changes. I don’t know who you are yet. I am your rainy day. I am alone. I pretend to be asleep. I will write. I hate to ask. I feel invisible. I talk with my mouth full. I feel ten feet tall. I hit it on the head. I am hung-over I am a black cloud. I don’t fit the stereotype. I am naughty. I play with fire. I never knew. I am a butterfly. I am an alcoholic. I wear stilettos. I laugh along. I am lazy. I am in the gang. I am a star. I am going away. I am learning. I am compulsive. I am a parent. I absorb everything. I am injured. I gamble. I like to talk. I am alert. I get distracted. I take liberties. I have a fire-cracker heart. I am sad. I am childish. I am touched. I belong. I am bad. I am a toy boy. I am magic. I am cool. I am crazy. I do jigsaw puzzles. I need you. I smoke. I wear a flower in my hair. I am loud. I will hurt you. I am jobless. I am a ray of light. I am flawless. I’ve got you. I fell into the abyss. I am together. I have a headache. I am an animal. I am smooth. I have a point of view. I am screaming. I speak French. I am a secret. I am disorientated. I like tequila. I am disgruntled. I greave for you. I am utterly shocked. I am closed off. I am anonymous. I sit alone. I am the one. I am delighted. I am intangible. I am enviable. I am hilarious. I am idiosyncratic. I am ugly. I feel alive. I am all that counts. I am helpless. I will never feel the same. I am right. I am a fairy. I wonder. I am a little darling. I make you feel good. I am so close. I am a king. I am a believer. I keep in touch. I cry myself to sleep. I am used. I am universal. I am the winner. I love bacon. I want you to take me with you. I am trouble. I am up to no good. I score. I am bananas. I am troubled. I am playful. I caught you. I try again and again. I love Las Vegas. I have learned from pain and sorrow. I am forever. I am weak. I am lighter than air. I love this game. I am naked. I need some time to myself. I can’t resist you. I am a witch. I am a tomboy. I am back in town. I seek my inner goals. I am bedazzled. I will write. I am self sufficient. I can do anything. I am beyond the point. I swear. I gave in to the madness. I am lost. I am dead. I see the light. I am gorgeous. I will be ok. I am a fake. I am uncertain. I am a witness. I am a genius. I can’t be with you. I have a disorder. I am empty. I gave the wrong impression. I am stronger. I stand out. I exist. I am a baby. I am a floozy. I knit. I am obsessed. I am facing a problem. I have a mother. I deserve everything that I get. I pray. I beg. I want to know. I am excited. I am contagious. I dance with the angels. I am a character. I am a humbug. I am a lover. I am a choice. I can be saved. I must break free. I huffed and I puffed. I wish you luck. I am bones and skin. I am beauty. I am devious. I am thirsty. I am sure. I represent the truth. I am a magician. I want you. I am enlightened. I have a dilemma. I am without thought. I can see you. I am a stranger. I am dazzling.I am strong. I am a minority. I feel delicate. I am standing still. I am naïve. I have a secret. I promise. I am free. I am understated. I am last. I like to read. I love chocolate. I hate you. I love you. I like to sing. I am an individual. I am special. I can’t breathe. I like to drink tea. I am cozy. I am in recovery. I love my baby. I hear voices. I took you home. I am an angel. I have returned. I like you. I am excluded. I am the missing piece. I am funny.  I am whatever you want me to be. I am a problem. I am nice. I am scary. I count sheep. I am ecstatic. I am stupid. I think I can fly. I mock them. I am confused. I am here to hold you. I am poor. I don’t care. I go with the flow. I love you less and less. I am searching. I am a user. I am an abuser. I don’t know. I am under pressure. I am a tangent. I am stylish. I linger on your lips. I walk on the edge. I am back to square one. I am a mirror. I have red hair. I shy away from the light. I am unique. I am popular. I am floating. I have my eyes shut. I am nothing. I am shattered. I provoke you. I am on the news. I saved you a seat. I am in love. I am crap. I am absurd. I have two left feet. I am talented. I wear a hat. I am insurmountable. I feel you. I am trapped. I fancy you.  I enjoy this.  I am small. I am a dream.  I have painted the town red. I am sharp. I am scared of the dark. I am ridiculous. I am incorrect. I am a winner. I like to dance. I am fit. I am unusual. I am bored. I am welcome. I can do it. I am strong. I am careful. I am a fool. I fool around. I am falling. I am ready. I am an addict. I took one look at you. I am drowning. I am cultural. I know what makes you tick. I am warm. I am white. I am blue. I am old. I am fragrant. I like to watch the moon. I love sport. I over sleep. I broke your heart. I am rich. I am incomplete. I take your breath away. I push forward. I am full. I am your best friend. I get a kick out of you. I am little. I get seasick. I only tell the truth. I was made in china. I think I could grow. I can’t stand you. I am a hard worker. I have moved. I am a little bit large. I love to drive. I am a diamond. I am just the same. I come undone. I am. I am missing. I enjoy a few drinks. I am me. I inhale you. I wish I could bleed. I am single. I need to hear your voice. I am a work of art. I am punctual. I am scientific. I whisper sweet nothings. I am pretending. I am hybrid. I understand. I do yoga. I am asleep. I am alone. I like to smile. I give up. I am at one. I am the ashes. I am the smoke. I am comfy. I am dirty. I will always be here. I am responsible. I crave you. I am crying. I am proud. I feel your pain. I ask you a question. I am bourgeois. I am drowsy. I love you. I am the devil. I keep secrets. I am home. I am a mask. I am untrustworthy. I am a sister. I am broken. I am guilty. I am playing. I am famous. I need a slap. I am a liar. I was not meant to be. I have no friends. I thrive in pure illusion. I am a person. I am superficial. I am a writer. I treat you like a princess. I don’t want to wait. I shiver. I am cold. I am a dreamer. I touch your face. I am over it. I am homeless. I am lucky. I met my match. I am stuck. I am an artist. I am still awake. I feel dead. I am sentimental. I am black. I am blue. I shimmer. I don’t belong. I listen to myself breathe. I will heal you. I have self respect. I listen to jazz. I am tacky. I am fragile. I am sexy. I have changed. I am better. I talk too much. I am lackadaisical. I emulate you. I am a warrior. I am a virgin. I will jump. I am your reality. I don’t deserve you. I help us out. I kick myself. I am easy.  I like storms. I am a tongue twister. I am amazing. I have a message. I am fast as light. I am facing you. I am a shark. I like the sunshine.  I am quiet. I lied to everyone. I can’t get out of bed. I doubt you.  I am born to be wild. I am deadly. I am searching for inspiration. I will not grow in circles. I will do better than myself. I gaze on. I will never forget my fear. I made you feel special. I am certain. I have a lover. I have tingling sensations in my toes. I have a brother. I used you. I can count. I am spontaneous. I just can’t carry on. I am learning. I am getting better. I am a flirt. I believe in the tooth fairy. I am in paradise. I got what was coming to me. I am. I dance in the rain. I never learn. I am persuasive. I am slow. I have survived. I need revenge. I am an optimist. I need to grow up. I am thoughtful. I took a different path. I said Hello. I love surprises. I am a tease. I saw her standing there. I am snug. I am ticklish. I feel painful. I am rough. I am laughing and screaming in the garden. I hear something far away. I am distant. I struggle for control. I take risks. I fight my demons. I have morals. I feel so much. I let people hurt me. I can see beauty. I love meandering. I know the touch of you against my skin. I am so soft. I need you to hum me to sleep. I would rather be nothing. I can’t stand to touch velvet. I am reflective. I resonate. I am you. I needed to escape. I can’t sleep. I wish upon a star. I forget about you. I wish for you. I wish for me. I click to save the changes. I don’t know who you are yet. I am your rainy day. I am alone. I pretend to be asleep. I play our song. I will write. I hate to ask. I feel invisible. I talk with my mouth full. I feel ten feet tall. I hit it on the head. I am hung-over I am a black cloud. I don’t fit the stereotype. I appreciate you. I am naughty. I think too much. I drink too much. I can change a light bulb. I am hormonal. I am dark. I hold my breath. I think of you a lot. I hate myself. I wish you luck. I am tortured. I am funky. I have the cure. I am saving up. I take shape. I love prawns. I have a voice. I am retro. I am solo. I have a comment. I am liberated. I am a stray. I wear rose tinted spectacles. I am at the end of my tether. I am a memory. I am red. I am angry. I am hated. I am hateful. I love you. I am naughty. I can’t get enough. I am a temptation. I am devilish. I become tempted. I am passionate. I belong here. I rage against the wrongs. I want my rights. I am disturbed. I am fearsome. I am excited. I am vigorous. I am bullied. I am a tease. I am free. I am too individual. I don’t need them. I have my own ways. I can’t be your friend. I am different. I want to fit in. I don’t want to be the same. I don’t want to follow suit. I love you. I am in love. I am full of it. I smell my mother’s cooking. I giggle. I wink. I am darkened. I have no sound. I appear to be performing. I tear. I am locked in. I hold your hand. I dreamt of you last night. I am coming. I walk in the woods. I hear your steps in the dead leaves. I am stabbed. I see what awaits me. I watched out of the corner of your eye. I am unafraid. I play tricks. I ask myself if I really like you. I drive myself crazy. I am in desperation. I am frustrated. I desire you. I want to be in some other place. I want to change things. I stop. I close my eyes. I breathe you in. I am a verb. I see a certainty of death. I find myself looking. I make a joke with no punch line. I raise an eyelid. I can not verbalize. I am a desperate desire. I crave intangible touches. I walked past the dream. I resemble words. I dream of you right now. I see rage comes from her eyes. I have driven you away. I live in my thoughts. I feel sorry for you. I am irritated. I hate silence. I fade out. I laugh. I glimpse another time. I am a passenger. I forget them. I turned to look at her face. I could almost see them. I see. I careen. I am a tumbling shard. I am an heirloom. I languish. I am surrounded. I laugh maniacally. I am insanely jealous. I reach a crescendo. I return to consciousness. I morph into sound.  I am a siren. I am still trapped. I can not see. I try to move. I hear strange sounds. I am hysterical. I thought I could hear your voice. I thought you were saying something. I thought I smelled barbecue. I am in the red. I am read. I am red. I am blue. I search for you in the rubbish. I have sweat dripping down my face. I meant as much to you as to me. I smiled absent-mindedly. I eat you. I swing out. I returned. I am the debris. I am always surprised. I see how brave we are. I’m just like you. I take on this life as if it were simple. I hear radio voices. I list the names of the dead. I order a coffee. I am full of you. I miss you. I found you. I love you so much. I go. I crave you. I need your touch. I stroke your face. I remember our first kiss. I stroke you. I undress you. I am you. I make my own sense. I make no sense. I don’t deserve you. I like storms. I am a tongue twister. I have a message. I lied to everyone. I doubt you.  I am born to be wild. I am deadly. I am searching for inspiration. I am a runaway. I am an outcast. I used you. I am a flirt. I need revenge. I am a ghost. I am ticklish. I am playful. I struggle for control. I fight my demons. I let people hurt me. I can see beauty. I dance. I would rather be nothing. I needed to escape. I can’t sleep. I wish upon a star. I forget about you. I wish for you. I wish for me. I am your rainy day. I am alone. I pretend to be asleep. I play our song. I will write. I am a black cloud. I am a memory. I open my eyes. I have impossible dreams. I see no perfect reality. I burned red scars on my wrists. I was restrained. I race through my fevered mind. I used to dream that you came back. I was always angry. I cry tears of anger. I hate you in these dreams. I don’t know you and you don’t know me. I can’t understand. I feel neglected. I am unloved. I feel guilty. I hurt a little less and a little more with every year. I glow. I am spicy. I roar. I sleep to see you. I am a mistake. I am in hiding. I breathe sweet silence and remorse. I keep counting the days. I just lurk in dusty corners. I seal my fate. I dance in the light. I scribble on the wall. I carve my name in. I return to savour your perfume. I am here now. I have a chance. I become more real. I laugh out loud. I jump for joy. I love your delicate way. I forget the time. I mourn you. I can’t wait to see you. I want to keep you a secret. I buy you gifts. I save you a seat. I curl up in your arms. I forget you. I recall your name. I grow old. I meet someone new. I face another challenge. I wish things would slot into place. I struggle on. I keep my traditions. I fulfill my purpose. I tell my story. I drift about. I gather pace. I join you. I fix you. I learn from you. I have an opinion. I read between the lines. I gather berries. I gather the truth. I am ready to explode. I know a secret. I am a stranger. I am racing. I am blue. I am enraged. I blush. I found a rose. I pierce myself. I am plural. I am singular. I am single. I am mixed up. I am a failure. I sip a cocktail. I am sick. I am a storyteller. I am a story. I am sorry. I am alone. I eat my hat. I fall. I taste your lips. I stole the garnet. I am a fire cracker. I am woven in. I am tied down. I am a part of you. I am a mosaic. I have a dilemma. I am sent away. I am hidden. I leave you aghast. I ruminate. I fear you most. I drown easily. I use lies to tell the truth. I have imagination. I can go anywhere. I am today. I become yesterday. I was tomorrow. I slip into something more comfortable. I don’t go to bed angry. I stay up and plot my revenge. I sketch a sunflower. I knead the dough. I don’t believe everything I think. I hear the sound of nobody. I don’t know what your problem is. I avoid crowds altogether. I think pink is my colour. I won’t drink from no other. I am a creative mess. I hope you make it to heaven. I confuse myself. I stay honest. I am a victim of the rules I act like I am insane. I love it. I inevitably eat too much. I dream whilst awake. I delicately fall apart. I am not monogamous by nature. I am inactive. I do not function mindlessly. I give a marmalade of kisses. I feel my lips undress your eyes. I am tickled pink. I open a door with just a smile. I like the feel of your hands. I like the way you hold your knife. I think glitter is sexy. I am almost normal. I am born free. I click here to save the changes. I am the girl your parents warned you about. I test the elasticity of the rules. I avoid temptation unless I can’t resist it. I am unfaithful. I am a coward. I am harmful. I procrastinate. I am ambivalent. I glimpse another time. I am a passenger. I sparkle. I am nascent. I had it amputated. I tried to force all my memories of you right down to the tips of my toes. I loose you along with it. I feel you slip back into my heart. I expect. I am rushing. I lost a lot. I do feel a lot lighter. I know less of you is in me now. I think somehow you are me. I suspect part of myself is missing. I only feel that way this morning. I wish I could say that. I like to think that maybe I am free. I have grown so heavy. I won’t think about it too much. I am kidding. I think that I could have packed you up into that little foot shaped box and had you removed. I hope the good stuff has not gone too. I seem to enjoy the tangent. I welcome the distraction from real life. I exist ensconced within the bed sheets. I catch myself thinking about one or the other. I was flickering on and off in soft colours. I hear music so loud it almost isn’t there. I know your eyes are devouring me. I am the forbidden fruit. I felt good. I caught a glimmer in your eye which told me. I gravitate towards you. I let instinct, wine and sheer electricity press me into your arms. I acknowledge the danger of the situation. I feel like an invisible delicate thread. I am a place that feels right. I leaked in. I become passive. I want to see how you handle the situation. I was absorbed into the moment. I am not something that happened but a whole other world. I am a return, I am laced with the danger of the unknown. I became a distant memory. I turned away from a perfect kiss. I realised in sorrow. I perform the untying of our invisible thread. I do not care if you hear me cry. I cry the sort of tears that hurt. I silently scream to expel the pain. I embed you further. I have a childish moment. I like the dark, sophisticated, adult hour. I scoff powdery Turkish Delights. I am fleshy. I met you today. I was on the pavement. I feel my hair whipping. I had not seen you coming. I guess I always see you coming. I know you disappear. I realised you are no longer beautiful. I think you were just pretending. I thought you didn’t want me. I was the one you wanted. I kissed you back and you became my secret. I like the way you touch me. I am outside in the cold I still long for you. I never really had you. I held on. I make my eyes twinkle. I wanted you to stroke me. I need you to hold my hand in public. I knew you better than anyone once. I try and remember you and there is nothing there. I shared myself so little that your memory is bare. I am erased. I cling on to the scraps. I did not see the web that you were unweaving. I ate the trail of crumbs. I can’t ever find my way back into you. I was content in my dream. I am pink neon reflecting off the rim of my glass. I am so loud and so alive. I am empty inside. I like the smell of your hands on my skin. I touch your face. I am over it. I am homeless. I am lucky. I met my match. I am stuck. I am an artist. I am still awake. I feel dead. I am sentimental. I am black. I am blue. I shimmer. I don’t belong. I listen to myself breathe. I will heal you. I have self respect. I listen to jazz. I am tacky. I am fragile. I am sexy. I have changed. I am better. I talk too much. I emulate you. I am a warrior. I am a virgin. I will jump. I am your reality. I don’t deserve you. I help us out. I kick myself. I am easy.  I like storms. I am a tongue twister. I am amazing. I have a message. I am fast as light. I am facing you. I am a shark. I like the sunshine.  I am quiet. I lied to everyone. I can’t get out of bed. I doubt you.  I am born to be wild. I am deadly. I am searching for inspiration. I will not grow in circles. I will do better than myself. I gaze on. I will never forget my fear. I made you feel special. I am certain. I have a lover. I have tingling sensations in my toes. I am a runaway. I am an outcast. I have a brother. I used you. I can count. I am spontaneous. I just can’t carry on. I am learning. I am getting better. I am a flirt. I believe in the tooth fairy. I am in paradise. I got what was coming to me. I am. I dance in the rain. I never learn. I am persuasive. I am slow. I think glitter is sexy. I am almost normal. I am born free. I click here to save the changes. I am the girl your parents warned you about. I test the elasticity of the rules. I avoid temptation unless I can’t resist it. I am unfaithful. I am a coward. I am harmful. I procrastinate. I am ambivalent. I glimpse another time. I am a passenger. I sparkle. I am nascent. I had it amputated. I tried to force all my memories of you right down to the tips of my toes. I loose you along with it. I feel you slip back into my heart. I expect. I am rushing. I lost a lot. I do feel a lot lighter. I know less of you is in me now. I think somehow you are me. I suspect part of myself is missing. I only feel that way this morning. I wish I could say that. I like to think that maybe I am free. I have grown so heavy. I won’t think about it too much. I am kidding. I think that I could have packed you up into that little foot shaped box and had you removed. I hope the good stuff has not gone too. I seem to enjoy the tangent. I welcome the distraction from real life. I exist ensconced within the bed sheets. I catch myself thinking about one or the other. I was flickering on and off in soft colours. I hear music so loud it almost isn’t there. I know your eyes are devouring me. I am the forbidden fruit. I felt good. I caught a glimmer in your eye which told me. I gravitate towards you. I let instinct, wine and sheer electricity press me into your arms. I acknowledge the danger of the situation. I feel like an invisible delicate thread. I am a place that feels right. I leaked in. I become passive. I want to see how you handle the situation. I was absorbed into the moment. I am not something that happened but a whole other world. I am a return, I am laced with the danger of the unknown. I became a distant memory. I turned away from a perfect kiss. I realised in sorrow. I perform the untying of our invisible thread. I do not care if you hear me cry. I cry the sort of tears that hurt. I like to smile. I give up. I am at one. I am the ashes. I am the smoke. I am comfy. I am dirty. I will always be here. I am responsible. I crave you. I am crying. I am proud. I feel your pain. I ask you a question. I am bourgeois. I am drowsy. I love you. I am the devil. I keep secrets. I am home. I am a mask. I am untrustworthy. I am a sister. I am broken. I am guilty. I am playing. I am famous. I need a slap. I am a liar. I was not meant to be. I have no friends. I thrive in pure illusion. I am a person. I am superficial. I am a writer. I treat you like a princess. I don’t want to wait. I shiver. I am cold. I am a dreamer. I touch your face. I am over it. I am homeless. I am lucky. I met my match. I am stuck. I am an artist. I am still awake. I feel dead. I am sentimental. I am black. I am blue. I shimmer. I don’t belong. I listen to myself breathe. I will.

Please add your thoughts to my collection words@nicolaanthony.co.uk

Word Collection Project in Action, a review by Paraphernalia Arts:

Recently featured in an interview with the artist on SkyArts TV, the ‘Word Collection Project’ by Nicola Anthony has been “beautiful, moving, funny, intriguing, rude, touching and varied”. It has captured the imagination of galleries, collectors, plinthers and performers as well as visitors to her exhibitions where words can can be deposited in a drop box. The process of collecting these anonymous thoughts & words has been a gradual, ongoing project for several years to gather diverse responses from a large number of people during exhibitions, events, through the artist’s website and by word of mouth. The project is a live artwork on the artist’s website but is also incorporated into her other sculptural or visual artworks in the form of text or light projection, also existing in a further form as a sound artwork. This means that all contribtors become part of an artwork.

“Over the years I have had so many diverse and thought provoking statements and quotes from artists, writers and visitors to my exhibitions. I never change the statements apart from to ensure they are in the ‘I [verb]……’ format.”

New statements are added to the website page as a live text artwork, and have been played as a multilayered sound artwork in whispered voices interlaced and recorded over one another. “The whispered words are especially fun when I play them as part of my installations, sometimes they perplex the viewer when the source or the sound is not obvious, and sometimes I play them so low that they are meant only to be subliminal”, says the artist. The spoken version of the word collection project, ‘I find myself listening’ will be featured on The Arts Show (26th Oct 09) on Xstream East, East London’s arts and culture radio station.

The latest gathering of words took place during August when Nicola Anthony was commissioned to create an artwork and performance for well known ‘Plinther’ Sue Luminati of the Poole Literary Festival. Luminati’s turn on Antony Gormley’s Plinth in Trafalgar Square incorporated a performance of creating & launching paper aeroplanes which were printed with the ‘Word Collection’. A call went out for new entries of words prior to the plinth date and several hundreds of replies were received. Words can still be submitted on the artist’s website for use in future performances.

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