For the fish bones I made few trips to The West End department stores, where I was given generously a number of fish and bones at the end of opening hours. A friend of mine was delighted to help me boil them in her kitchen. And days I sat with her family to clean off the remaining flesh, eating nice fish soup. By the time, when her landlady called her that the other tenants were complaining about the smell, my mission was completed.
The hairdressers would carry on cutting their customers while I scooped up the hair from the ground around the hairdressers, putting it in plastic bags.
I had practiced the act of shaving in advance, handling the machine in the air above my hair before the actual performance. I sat down in front of the tree that I had made, then I wanted to shave a big bold stroke through the middle of my hair. What I didn’t expect was that it didn’t go as smoothly as I had expected. Nevertheless, I did manage to show ‘my root’.