Week 4: A Home in the Neon – ‘Air Guitar’ by Dave Hickey
“Somehow, in the few years that I have been living here and travelling out of here, this most un homelike of cities has become to function for me as a kind of moral bottom-line… - as a home, in other words.” Within the first paragraph I can already feel alienated to Hickey’s views. ‘The moral bottom-line’ is not a description I would ever attribute to a home. Whilst he talks of refuge and the references to sanctuary and reassurances chime, a suggestion of the concept of home is you at your worst is troubling. I would describe a true home as an extension to the physical structure. A world full of memory and sentiment, almost a shrine to your ideas, history and aspiration. The place where ‘you’ are at your most ‘you’. A home should be a place where you can leave the darkness at the door, leave elements of your life which challenge the bottom line of your morality. However, in Hickey’s world as he writes as an art critic in the ‘super virtuous high culture of the nineteen nineties’ ...