This Way Out
Randomly Generated PDF
Weekly Announcement 5 of 5
Issued: 00:00:00 02052017 Glasgow, Scotland
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You're receiving this PDF as part of a solo exhibition titled This Way Out by Scott Myles at The Modern Institute in Glasgow, 25 March 2017 — 6 May 2017.

Utilising the Aird's Lane gallery space as a site for production and simultaneous display, Myles has relocated his studio into the gallery space for the duration of the exhibition. This Way Out is a project which allows an exploration of Myles's practice within the context of a public exhibition, where visitors have access to Myles as he works in the space during normal gallery opening hours. Throughout the six-week cycle of the show, weekly announcements will be made inviting audiences to attend events, screenings and collaborative activities. Further events will happen in an ad-hoc manner, unannounced and generated in a spontaneous nature.

This newsletter is randomly generated on a weekly basis – it takes images and texts from the week, and submissions from invited contributors, and creates an automated PDF and webpage. It functions as a way of disseminating information from the gallery studio to a wider audience, revealing fragments of the work happening there. It has been devised between Scott Myles, designer Neil McGuire and programmer David Kelly.

This Way Out has been extended for one more week
Gallery open Thur 4 May – Sat 6 May / noon – 5pm
The Modern Institute, 3 Aird's Lane, Glasgow

Thank you to everyone who has participated in the project

Taking the small plastic shopping bag, I pulled out a large white paper envelope marked “Charvet”. It was from the most exclusive men's tailoring shop in Paris, on Place Vendôme. I looked at him with anticipation as I handed it to him, instructing him to open it. He pulled it out, a fine white muslin handkerchief bathed in my perfume. “A hanky” he announced. The word was so colloquially American and so far removed from Place Vendôme, I was taken aback in amusement. He started to laugh as it shook open and he could read written on it, in neat cursive, by a hot pink marker, the word “dirty”, with his initials noted in the bottom corner. It was a word he liked to use. Not only because he reveled in it, but also, I suspected, to provoke me. I had put a lot of effort into this too, wondering whether to get it embroidered, what color the text should be, how to position it, and had gone out of my way to source the handkerchief. The joke would only work with something luxurious and beautiful, as a counterpoint to the obscene sexual subtext and the literal meaning of the word itself. – Y.K.