What a name. Does anyone remember, in the early days of computing, the number of attempts it took to finally snag an interesting email address? For Daniel John Ryder it took about 25, and as lucky keyboard karma would have … Continue reading There once was… Angry Dan
Hollywood Horse Head Soup, a ladle full of South Beach’s crunchy Cockroach Soup, or the vague possibility of being force-fed London’s Scrap Metal Soup? Continue reading “Leave the gun, take the cannoli.”
How do people deal with endings, and beginnings, and then endings again? Apparently approaches do vary. Some peoples’ brains implode just thinking about living on a little planet in a spiral arm of the Milky Way, while others prefer … Continue reading Let us Spray . . .
“I find beauty in the grotesque, like most artists.” Alexander McQueen Ever since I spotted Alex Arnell’s neurotics, his screaming ab dabs, it is as though a portal has opened and a bundle of dysfunctional spirit guides have tumbled out. Arnell’s … Continue reading Alex Arnell aka ‘Sell Out’ and his screaming ab dabs!
“. . . you could cut off one of my hands, and then the other one, but I would still continue to paint . . .” HERS I have met artists like ‘HERS’ before. Painters that are compelled to paint, and … Continue reading HERS: “Where do you draw the line?”
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
“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