Leaves, leaving leaves (although others see other things, there is not right, there is no wrong). This weekend was about the seaside, Hastings, fishing boats, seagulls, pebbles, shells and a bit of tagging on the beach, a tag left for the tide to wash away, leaf-bombing? One in the rocks and pebbles, another made of shells someone must have collected and then left in a pile…….
Displacement then. Displacement? Words? Another show…. art…. blah blah… this… that… words? What’s words worth?…. there goes the neighbourhood…. beer…paint…. rust…. people…. words… friends…old friends, new friends…. foes, toes, stepping on toes, artists, egos… words…i did write a whole load of words and post a whole load of photos from the opening night, the artists, the glorious space and more over on the ever busy Organ pages (yeah yeah yeah, writing about shows I’m taking part in, well the self-appointed art media aren’t exactly on the case are they?)
Here’s the Organ review or the words or whatever you wish to call it…
Displacement? Words? Another show…. art…. blah blah… this… that… words? What’s words worth?…. there goes the neighbourhood…. beer…paint…. rust…. people…. words… friends…old friends, new friends…. foes, toes, stepping on toes, artists, egos… words…
I was on the way to the show yesterday morning, off along the road, painting under arm, off to hang it in there with the paintings, all beautiful rust and the industrial marks and the hard graft, sweat and iron filings and the twists of the metalwork workshop on the old street of caves under the railway arches. London’s caves full of car mechanics and taxi repair spaces, (a street without an actual coffee shop!). Bumped in to an artist friend as I walked to the show painting under arm, a fellow artist who also ran one of the many do-it-yourself gallery spaces that added so much to the fabric of the wreckage around here for a good few years when no one else much cared. His gallery has closed down now of course, pushed out a year or so ago so the space could be taken for another block of expensive unwelcoming not-for-the-likes-of-you flats that are only eleven minutes from Liverpool Street and a step away from ten types of coffee, the gym and some artisan bread. His original gallery long gone and that very morning given two week’s notice to get out of his studio. They, whoever they are, can make more money out of it if they convert it to, who knows what? Displacement? There goes the neighbourhood, he looked a little depressed… two weeks…. toes…. said he’d probably have to give up on London…
Clair Street has been well documented here on these Organ pages in the last few days, weeks and months , East London over the last few years (last twenty nine and bit years since the first Organ actually). Last night an art show opened on Clare Street, a group show and a gathering in one of the under threat industrial spaces, a beautiful space for a show. A show curated by one of the artists who regularly paints and exhibits in the area, this time it was Skeleton Cardboard’s turn to pull together a show… Oh look, words words words…. Last night a week-long show opened, a whole load of art and artists came together, painters, street artists, you know the score, lots of people came along, a good time was had, colour abound in the industrial beauty and crashed Range Rovers and the rust and the welding gear….a big crowd gathered, people smiled, paint was sprayed, photos were posted, images were liked, art was sold, somebody on some cooler-than-us street art blog will probably describe it all as being “the bomb”, people were probably “smashing it”… Another show happened, tempting to say there’s always another show…. but is there? Is there another show? Vyner Street was ghostly last night when we walked passed on the way to Clare Street, it all died so quickly? First Thursday? There goes the Neighbourhood? Displacement? Words? Caves? Artisan bread and only eleven minutes from Liverpool Street? Come and live around here, ten different types of coffee and a fancy loaf of bread?
So an energetic art show happened on a street who’s days are numbered, under the shadow of a new building imposed… words? Energy? Reviews? What’s words worth? What’s Wordsworth? A whole load of artists came together, it was as much about the what happened outside on the street as what was on the walls inside… words? Gere’s the photos, enjoy the photos…. the who needs words? What price coffee? See you at the next one? Is there a next one? (SW)
Click on an image to enlarge or run the slide show and the art and the colour of the industry, this is mostly my part, for the art of everyone else head over to the Organ pages
Busy times, maximalist, I like it like that, don’t get the idea of a holiday or the concept of time off, art makes me feel alive, making art, sharing art, showing art, engaging. Last week is was On The Brink in the woods out in Leytonstone, that and the industrial reality of Clare Street and that Displacement show here in East London, this weekend it was off to the seaside and Hastings and the pleasure that is the Art Car Boot Fair, seaside treats indeed…..
There’s a review, lots of photos and flavours over on the Organ pages, I’ll repeat the words here, if you want the photos of the day, the other artists and the rest then please do head over to the Organ pages, the Organ words are re-posted here with photos of just my part in the day, do explore the rest though, it was a fine day….
Hastings then, off to the seaside for the second leg of this year’s always keenly anticipated Art Car Boot Fair adventure. The tradition now is to follow the main event down East London’s Brick Lane with an Art Car Boot Fair day trip, in past years the destination has been to take part in the Biennial at Liverpool, the sea front at Margate, the key Folkestone, the opening of Olympic Park in London, this year it we were off to the East Sussex coast and (hopefully) the sunshine of the Hastings seafront. Off on the first train out of Victoria, (encounter onrushing members of the MCC coming the other way, correct tie, stripes just right, must get that seat, straw hats and the third day of Lord’s test match). We’re off out of the city, off South East, off for a Sussex adventure, off to the seaside. Off on the train, escaping the city, rushing through green fields, galloping through the morning sunshine, the clouds are gone, warmth on our faces, we’re feeling hopeful, is summer finally here? Past the Longman of Wilmington, head past Easbourne and out along the coast, train full of people heading for the same destination as is, sea almost lashing as we head through St Leonards. Southern Rail running on time, off to the seaside and the sunshine with big (big) bags loaded full of art, off to meet the rest of the Cultivate team and the big cast of contributing artists. .
The Hastings leg of the Art Car Boot Fair is taking place on the seafront in a big car park right by Jerwood Gallery, in amoungst the fish and chip shops, the fun fair rides, the miniature railway, the beached fishing trawlers, the gloriously rusting tractors, splendid tall thin black wooden fishermen’s net workshops (unique to Hastings and apparently saved from the destructive onslaught of property developers that ended in a riot back in 1824. And of course in amoungst the the millions of bold seagulls (pretty clear who runs this town, you don’t mess with the gulls!).
We’ve documented the Art Car boot Fair and the pleasure of being a part of it before on these pages, Margate last year was a little bit more than an hot dog, Brick Lane this year was fun even if we did have to battle the wind and the rain. We really needed that sunshine yesterday, we really needed the summer to finally arrive, been a tough year so far. Hastings was glorious, the weather was glorious, the old fishing town welcomed us with open arms, the people lined-up to get in (and yes, rush for the big name grab first), heads got burnt, ice creams licked, smiles on faces. Bands played, The Band Of Holy Joy adding their own style to the dramatic Hastings backdrop, Martin Creed and his band adding their uniquely shambolic lo-fi whit in that positively charged artpunk way they do, Geraldine Swain, she curently of Faust with Yumi Hara and various kraut rock flavoured musicians . A day of art and colour and music and smiles and sunshine and sales, oh yes, it always nice to sell a piece or two, a lot of time and effort goes in to everyone’s art (and those train tickets aren’t cheap either).
New artists mixing with familiar faces, interaction mingling with pop art, prints with people, paint with performance. Wildcat Will all glittery and punk rock with hid Warhol soup in the boot next to us, Sir Peter Blake was a gent as usual, John Copper Clarke with a print featuring his Evidentally Chickentown lyrics, Emin International causing their usual fuss, was Tracey there? Not sure, as we said when we wrote about Brick Lane a few weeks ago, you don’t get to see everything when you’re an artist in your “boot” taking part. People come along and tell you what’s happening over there and have you seen this or that? You see someone passing with an exciting bit of art and wonder about who might have made it? Picking out names isn’t what the Art Car Boot Fair is about, connecting with new things, new art, fresh art and the pleasure of artists and public engaging with each other, the engagement is really where the pleasure of the Art Car Boot Fair lies. Art and smiles (and classic Vauxhall cars), we had a great time in Hastings, we had another great art adventure courtesy of the Art Car Boot Fair, what more do we need to say? Excellent day, seaside treats indeed, back home with bags not so big and heavy, back to the city of a train packed with very (very) loud London-bound danceheads high on even more excitement than we started our day with, excellent time, thank you Hastings, we had a wonderful time, we love being part of the Art Car Boot fair, art with an ice cream and a smile, thanks everyone, (SW) .
Displacement is in progress right now, a show on a gloriously dark and rusty metalwork workshop alive with the marks of industry and the rich colour of manual toil, the show opened (rather triumphantly) last Thursday evening. There’s lots of words, photos, thoughts on Displacement and such over, Displacement? Words? Another show…. art…. blah blah… this… that… words? What’s words worth?…. there goes the neighbourhood…. beer…paint…. rust…. people…. words… friends…old friends, new friends…. foes, toes, stepping on toes, artists, egos… words… read it all over on the Organ pages. Expect more about the show here on these pages that are more focused on my art than the covering of art, music and events in general that happens on the Organ pages in a little bit. More thoughts on my part in Displacement in a bit, that and the #ArtDrop pieces and the leaf growth outside Love the photos of the happy people who picked up one of the #ArtDrop pieces last Thursday evening.
One last shot from the On The Brink show in those woods over in Leytonstone. The show ended yesterday, big thanks to all who came along, to Mary Knight, Brett Banks and the organisers, the hosts at the Quaker’s meeting house, to the other artists who took part in what was a rather rewarding show to be part of, and thanks to everyone who came along, especially this young robin who visited during the week (photo credit Mary Knight). Next stop Hastings and the second leg of the Art Car Boot Fair next Saturday afternoon
The piece left hanging in the trees as part of the On The Brink show, is made up of objects found abandoned on the streets or skips of East London. Unwanted pieces of wooden offcut, rope from the handles of fashion bags, pieces of a broken blue wooden pallet, an old abandoned hanging basking squatted by a young sycamore tree… The parts of the installation are now back in my studio, I expect they will go back out on the street in sometime soon
A new piece of fresh growth behind glass and in a frame (60cm x 40cm) found on Clare Street just in time for the Displacement show that in turn happens on Clare Street, Bethnal Green, East London, tonight. There’s a preview of the show over on the Organ pages as well as some thoughts on East London and the caves and well, here it is ORGAN THING: On the eve Displacement? But we can buy ten different types of coffee on every East London street though…
On The Brink opened yesterday over in Leytonstone, another weekend art event in what is proving to be a brilliant busy summer of weekend art events. Two weeks ago it was the Art Car Boot Fair over on Brick Lane (Last days of Shoreditch? Nah, I loved being part of the Art Car Boot Fair yesterday….), last weekend it was art drop pieces hung all over East London, this week we’re in Leytonstone (London E11). On The Brink goes on next weekend (part of the Leytonstone Arts Trail), next week we also have Displacement, There Goes The Neighbourhood, a gathering of artists in East London, the weekend after that, we head off to the seaside and to Hastings for the second leg of The Art Car Boot Fair (exciting line up at that one, we’re rather looking forward to it), and the weekend after that we’re off to Hackney Wick for a whole load of who knows what at the open studios weekend (more of that on these pages soon).
So yesterday was the opening and the first weekend of On The Brink, twenty invited artists in the rather expansive leaft grounds of the Wanstead Quaker Meeting House. There’s a whole loads of words, thoughts and photographs of the work installed by other artists over on the Organ pages – “On The Brink, nineteen exciting artists, sculptures, installations and some old rope and leaves..”
“I guess the pieces I’ve hung are a little more instantly punk rock, throwaway pieces constructed using the three chords I learnt and “made” of things thrown away on the East London streets, that and a leaf growing on a weathered blue pallet found in the the grounds of the meeting house on the morning of the show. A young tree trying to escape from an unwanted hanging basket, more painted growth on unwanted pieces of thrown away wood, bits of red and blue rope picked up off the street, a load of old rubbish .” Read the whole review and such over on the Organ pages. Really rather enjoyed installing several pieces over in Leytonstone yesterday, rather enjoying this busy busy summer….
On The Brink runs over two weekends, the show is part of the 2016 Laytonstone Arts Trail, the show will be open on Saturday 2nd and Saturday 9th July from 12 noon to 5pm. and Sunday 3rd and Sunday 10th July from 1pm. – 5pm.Entry is free. On The Brink happens at Wanstead Quaker Meeting House, Bush Rd, London E11 3AU .
Participating Artists: Martin Adams / Brett Banks / James Blackburn / Kath Cottee / Siobhan Davies / [dis]tinct project by children of Jenny Hammond Primary School / Jo Goddard / Kevin Hope / Sira Cornejo Sz Ibarra / Joanna Jagiello / John King / Mary Knight / Silvia Krupinska / Julia Maddison / Klaus Pinter / Helen Porter / Neba Sere / Sandie Sutton / Tracy Ward / Sean Worrall
Here’s some images of my pieces, click on an image to enlarge or run the slide show….
Yesterday was mostly about #ArtDrop pieces. Eleven pieces either freshly painted or in three of the cases, freshly layered. Eleven painted on pieces of wood found unwanted on the street, wood saved from landfill, recycled, painted on and hung on walls and fences on East London streets around Hoxton, Shoreditch, Brick Lane and Hackney’ Pieces of art left there almost hiding, left for people to take should they wish to. Each piece labeled on the back with a hash tag with people being encouraged to post photos of themselves with the pieces they have found and tell who they are.
I rather like it when art engages. yesterday I stood quietly and watched as a girl called Evalina curiously posed in front of a piece and against a rather colourful wall while her friend took a photo, and then wondered if she could take the piece (we did get talking in the end, once I had watched the process, I don’t usually hang around, I just happened to still be there taking my own photos). Several other people posted on social media jsut to say they had found pieces (o photos though), and this morning a posting on Facebook declared “L is officially the happiest kid in Hackney this morning. Nowt like discovering some free art on the way to school. Thanks Sean Worrall, he’s made up . .”.
That was yesterday. Today? We shall see what today brings, several shows next week, including the On The Brink show that’s part of the Leytonstone Arts Trail. Somebody asked me yesterday, somebody from South California who started talking to me about what I was doing (I love the way all this just causes instant conversation with strangers), he asked me if it was a reaction to art galleries, an “anti-gallery stance” (as he put it). No, I love art galleries, I love the peace and quiet of a big white walled gallery space with good lighting. I love a space where art can breathe in an uncluttered state and there are no distractions. True, I do think galleries (and the people who run galleries), on the whole, could be a lot more friendly and inviting, a lot more engaging and that sometimes art should let down that hair and smile a little more, I like that pieces of art left on the street puts people at ease, makes them what to be part of it, but no, this is not an anti-gallery statement.
Here’s some photos of the drops and the people from yesterday, click on an image to enlarge, or to run the slideshow. .