One of the technicians at the college rummaged out a piece of 6×5 foot canvas from old piles , which later was dyed.
I then, made the journeys to all the places I had only been familiar with, throughout North and South London, to visit charity shops to collect second-hand buttons.
During the X-mas holiday of that year, my then ex-landlady offered me to use her living room. I piled all the chairs and desks pushed out in the narrow corridor, and I spread the canvas in the empty space and poured the bucket-full of the collected buttons on it.
The net curtain materials were found in the car boot sale in Kilburn.
The weight of the stitched buttoned canvas felt like tons, so it was a pretty head-spinning job to exhibit. And when it was just hung, the first time on the sculpture department wall for an assessment, I was so thrilled that I said ‘excuse me’ to the technician and screamed. There were some serious classes going on though.