“Never use a big word when a little filthy one will do.”― Johnny Carson. Once upon a time I sat in a creative writing class in Montreal. We were at the point where we had to critique a student’s submission. The … Continue reading F**k . . . such a little word.
Pow!Wow! Hawaii 2018, an urban contemporary art festival, has again taken over the streets in KaKa’Ako, a revitalized neighbourhood located right next door to Honolulu in Oahu, Hawaii. I was in the city recently, duty-bound for a month, to walk … Continue reading Honolulu Pow!Wow! 2019?
Somebody is running around the town of London posting platitudinal messages on available surfaces with the sole aim and pleasure of getting their messages posted on Instagram. I find them a little basic, but nonetheless, I do admire the effort … Continue reading Instagram: Notes to Strangers
Lately I have been dwelling on the possibility of choosing a superpower. For some reason the choice of Rubber Woman popped up. Stealing apples and cakes from around a corner, or switching off all the house lights while lying in bed seemed appealing. But are there any other advantages to be being rubberised? Suddenly I experienced the full force of indecision. It felt as though I had tossed myself into a horrible abyss to flounder alongside the other second-draft, regular-power wannabes, left to wallow amongst all the other aspiring superheroes with low self-esteem. I have reconciled with the fact that … Continue reading Stephen D. Bunting: Superhero Artist
There is something about street art images being set behind bars that cracks me up. If you want to read into it – then it could represent an unacceptable constraint upon artistic vision. Or the bars may simply be imposing … Continue reading It cracks me up . . .
“Once more into the fray – Into the last good fight I’ll ever know – Live and die on this day.” Liam Neeson, The Grey. This week, while standing on a sidewalk in Oahu’s Chinatown, I spotted a long and narrow alley. Just … Continue reading Yes, take me . . .
I am supposed to be writing about something else today, but I simply cannot resist the call of my screen saver and its seemingly endless supply of street art images. Today it is GregosArt’s disembodied heads that have made an … Continue reading Gregos Art
So what’s with these bi-fold advertising boards scattered around the city of London? It is downright otherworldly what you can learn on the streets of this city. The upside is that you can save a fortune in psychiatrists fees. Particularly … Continue reading Good question
A new mural is going up in Oahu on the eastbound side of the H1, the main thoroughfare that runs between Waikiki and Honolulu. Once finished, Kamea Hadar’s latest portrait will command a sweeping view of the city with its … Continue reading There’s a New Face in Town
Have you ever managed to survive something so very stupid, that the thought bubbles above everyone else’s heads are still screaming, “You are too dumb to exist. Please give your seat to the next available person with an IQ over … Continue reading Did you ever do something so stupid . . .
There are millions of cats and almost as many images of them inhabiting the world of art. These self-indulgent power animals expect love and comfort, total deference to their beauty and, of course, undying respect. If you have … Continue reading CATS rule!
As an unrepentant street art-aholic I admit to two things. The first step is that I will go almost anywhere to find urban artwork and the second is that where I start my mission around ten a.m. is rarely where I … Continue reading HANG-UP and hang out
Is there anything that makes you want to jump off a cliff more often than having to download a whole new and diverse batch of photos and then try to conjure up yet another logical way of integrating them into your existing collection? To quote a librarian,: “You have created your own personal hell.” “Good luck.” Such a reassuring observation coming from a professional curator inspired me to accept that the jumble is unavoidable and therefore I can re-shelf my imaginary prozac and confidently press “save” and send my images into two-terabyte void. Apparently a subjective and ever-changing filing system … Continue reading Predictably . . . unpredictable.
Did you hear about the four Trollstation pranksters (aged 20-29) who were sentenced for faking an art heist at the National Portrait Gallery (NPG) in London, UK in 2015? It was a dangerous pubescent stunt that sent art enthusiasts running for the exits and four young men to jail. The act was marginally original but what I really wanted to know was which paintings did they ‘fake’ steal? Continue reading Trolling . . . the National Portrait Gallery
No matter which images pop up on public walls, from the mammoth scissor-lift, highly narrative commissions of the mega popular to the miniature two-minute paste-up-and-run, there resides in every piece a comment on the human condition. In recording these quick knock-off pieces there are an overwhelming number of images that deal with total dejection and hopelessness. Some pieces demand acknowledgment of their pain while others speculate on whether suicide is a preferable alternative to their current situation. There are aggressive calls for political activism, as well as the opposite view, total resignation accompanied by only a slight glimmer of hope … Continue reading Desperate Lines
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