What happened to the one left under that bridge?

On with the carefully placing (and never dropping) of things, #365ArtDrops part 169 to 181, left around East London last week….

#365ArtDrops Part 175

#365ArtDrops Part 175

“What happened to the one under the bridge?” she asked, what happened indeed? The one left behind the bars on that windowsill just off Redchurch Street, next to the Jimmy C spray paint pointillism was taken rather quickly, or so we learned via comments left on social media, picked up by a London university professor who said he felt a little guilty about taking it – indeed not, they are there to be taken, all I ask is you let me know what has happened to the pieces, either via a direct e.mail or using the hashtag on social media. The ate of the pieces and where they get to is important.  So what did happen to part 175, we left it under a bridge in Shoreditch and that was the last we know….

Part 169 to 181 left out around East London last week, click on an image to enlarge or run the slide show….

 

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“Your work is aesthetic consolation in urban settings. Neat”

sw_brokengoldframe“Your work is aesthetic consolation in urban settings. Neat” said someone on a social media site yesterday (a site called Ello if you must know), kind of like that. it was a comment underneath a photo of a piece that emerged from the studio here yesterday, a piece that doesn’t have a name yet and may not be finished yet. I guess it was an old mirror frame that had fallen off someone’s wall, there it was on top of a rubbish skip ready to go off to landfill until….

Got in to a chat about the “motif”…

“I see the motif (or some might tag) as a leaf, others see hearts, or
whatever they wish to see, and that is fine, some even talk of leafhearts, for me it is a about growth, new things growing on old  unwanted things, fresh life on dereliction, the hope of new leaves….”

So yea, aesthetic consolation in an urban setting…..  I rather liked that…. Mirror mirror on the wall, His heart was broken long before he ever came to you. Stop your tears from falling, The trail they leave is very clear for all to see at night…   Found another old wooden frame the other day, with just a tired old wooden panel in it…