




It hadn’t occurred to me before that Mythology and Folklore, is essentially rumour...
When reading up on Francis Alys, he talks about starting rumours in connection to a piece created in Mexico and when discussing the fox in the national portrait gallery piece
http://www.artangel.org.uk//projects/2005/seven_walks/video_the_nightwatch/video_the_nightwatch
Francis Alys: The same rules apply - if a rumour hits a certain place at a certain moment of its history, if it manages to materilise a fear or corresponds to an expectation, then it can grow. It circulates if it hits a nerve.
a good rumour evolves and takes on a life of its own.
On top of a cliff in Lulworth, Dorset; I found a white feather on the grass with a telephone number printed on it.
We took it home and we called the number.. I think it was in Birmingham, when a woman picked up the phone and I explained the story of the feather; she very quickly said that she knew nothing about it and hung up. Which with my marvellous detective brain I took to mean quite the opposite, otherwise she would have definately sounded shocked and asked a few more questions about how her phone number was on a feather in the south west.
So I’ve never solved this mystery... and I expect I never will.
But I’d like to make a rumour and put it somewhere and see if it grows and mutates..
But in a way thats more beautiful and cleverer than n urban myth...