Player 2

The generation who grew up playing Mario, now have to deal with the realities of living at home longer, paying massively high rents and finding a job that isn’t part of the ‘gig economy’. For me, it feels natural to speak to my peers in pixels, a style associated with a much simpler story  – 2D planes, scheduled television and summers that lasted longer than School terms.

The career ladder of a graduate in 2008

Career ladder of a graduate in 2008

 

Rejection letter

Rejection letter

 

Pokemon player 2

Pokemon player 2

Education, education and education

Education education and education

 

Living at home

Living at home

 

Super player 2

Super player 2

You gave us language and we’ll take it away

In the late noughties, it was particularly tough for young people to get a foot on the career ladder and the poorest were priced out of the market with the explosion of free internships – industry’s answer to the global financial crisis.

You gave us language and we’ll take it away captures the mood of a ‘lost generation’ moving between gigs, forced to live at home and always in limbo, at the cusp of starting their own lives, yet always just missing out.

Happiness

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Happiness:
A shiny happy place relaxed
animated with the imaginary
insatiable in its optimism
in love with being in love
a flat pack kitchen maison
everybody perfectly happen
like everybody else.

Lost Generation

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Lost
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Lost generation.

Education

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Chunky radiators
wet play, scissors and glue
we talk
stencil out an existence on rough paper
trace elements of our childhood to
shock corridors, repetitive lines
collapsible classrooms
with foldaway walls
this place was a labyrinth
with a one-way system
twist               rewrite           shake it out
punch a hole in the glass ceiling
hang its credentials
from the sky
a constellation of fine philosophies
new leaves
an orchid league
degrees worthy of plinth distribution
bright eyes
scribling out the dark
filling in the blanks.