
I have fond childhood memories of my grandfather putting on a ‘display’ of indoor fireworks in the front room of his house one evening – for some occasion or other I cannot recall. The fireworks were placed on an old baking tray and we watched as each small black pellet or mini-sparkler did its thing – a triumph of hope over experience, even then.
In terms of cost and logistics, the huge aerial displays of Cai Gau-Qiang beggar belief; I decided to organise my own pyrotechnic spectacle for the Gau-Qiang-inspired Kick-About No.92 in an effort to aggrandise those same indoor fireworks that otherwise always disappointed me. Last seen visiting Blossfeldt’s Big Show, reluctant culture vultures Deidre and her husband, Derek are out and about once again, though I fear they may have been standing a little close to the action; Derek lost an eyebrow apparently and Deidre hasn’t heard the end of it…













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