Skyberries and Voidmelons or Voidberries and Skymelons

The analogue television signal was switched off in London on Tuesday night and even though I don't even have a television set, that seemed terribly sad. In London, on Twitter, words such as "Ceefax", "Bamboozle" and "Teletext" were trending and people were getting nostalgic for Teletext, Digitiser, and so on. (Even though Digitiser finished years ago.)

I visited David Hall's End Piece that evening to pay homage. 1001 televisions laid in a large room, some already dead, but the rest simply playing static. It was a dark room, mostly lit by the glow from the screens. The sound of the static filled the room, the buzzing, the swarming, and gosh, it was loud. Wandering amongst televisions, I kept thinking there must still be one that was receiving a signal, and indeed, there were two with faces on, but that was just Stooky Bill.

There were all kinds of televisions lying in that room- pink, yellow, black, grey, and on the screens, the static that was played seemed to vary. I gazed into the screens, at the patterns and the colours, inhaling the scent of television, feeling quite emotional somehow, about the abandonment of analogue.

(Watch the exhibition on YouTube: David Hall's End Piece.)