London is a city with all of the symptoms of multiple-personality disorder. One minute you are defending yourself from being trampled to death on Camden High Street or the tube, and the next you are staring solemnly at Sir Ian … Continue reading The Last Stand
There seems to be quite a bit of angst-in-need-of-aspirin amongst the street artists of London. As one would expect, the general response to this urban malaise begins with a modicum of empathy and compassion. But that glimmer of empathy quickly … Continue reading Despondancy, Despair and Aspirin
While combing through the neighbourhoods of Lisbon to capture some of the city’s famed street art, I came across three portraits. Their level of sophistication lay somewhere between the glut of quick throw-ups and stencils, and the masterful works of the … Continue reading The missing . . . LENS?
“Be the change you wish to see in the world.” Positive affirmations can be such comforting throwbacks to the 1960s. The days of upbeat Beach Boys songs, Cat Stevens’ tunes and Scott McKenzie’s famous anthem about going to San Francisco … Continue reading Ebrul Ahmet’s Good Vibrations
… a new cause in town. Themes in street art, as in any other cultural milieu, come and go. A new radicalized idea will pop up, enjoy a sudden popularity and then slowly suffer the big fade. Its moment in … Continue reading Yes, there is …
There is a mighty word that has infiltrated the English language. Love it or hate it . . . it is here to stay! Continue reading F#*k You – 2!
“The place told me what to do.” At the end of any good day in Birmingham three things will have happened. In reverse order: THREE: a Bengal Lancer or a Fullers 1845 British beer will have been consumed at the Old Joint Stock, … Continue reading Rie Nakajima, “I just do… what I do.”
Grayson’s advice to any aspiring artist? “Don’t do a brown semi-abstract landscape”. Don’t you just love Grayson Perry CBE RA, the Artist and Coordinator of this year’s Royal Academy 250th Summer Exhibition in London, and his “man-in-a-dress” persona – Claire? He gets to check ALL of the boxes on my artist aptitude questionnaire, and then some. […]
What about her? She? ELLE? I see her work around Brick Lane in London. It is stunning. Other adjectives also apply. Powerful. Evocative. Confident. Individual. I haven’t see enough of her. Nor do I, as yet, know that much … Continue reading What about. . . ELLE?
It could be word association. Or I just like the title of Tim O’Brien’s book, “The Things They Carried” because it reminds me of the clutter jammed deep in my backpack. I can live without the novel’s guns, violence, grief, … Continue reading The things I carried . . .
The Flowers Gallery on Kingsland Road in London is always a sure bet. It is my oasis after a morning spent shooting an exciting stream of street art in the Hoxton area. Here, it is time to float, to relax … Continue reading Reliving the 70s – Michael Wolf Style
“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
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