Up on the white wall today, a new piece, actually an old piece with some fresh leaf growth evolving on the canvas, fresh layers, thorns. (50cm x 50cm), acrylic on canvas (and there in the Cultivate shop today). The pleasure of leaves left to grow, the Captain’s Table… The White Wall is an outdoor wall where new paintings are hung so they can breath.
The Thirteen Shelves pieces continue to find their way out on to the street….
Yesterday’s Thirteen Shelves piece, one of thirteen paintings on thirteen wooden shelves Thirteen Shelves – October 2016. Thirteen white wooden shelves from a smashed up piece of furniture, 25cm x 35cm, found, recycled, turned into blank canvases and saved from a Hackney skip… and this one was left back out there on the Hackney Road, hanging there for someone to take should they wish to….All thirteen have been painted, six have gone out, seven are waiting to be liberated….
There hasn’t been any exclaiming for a couple of years, but as someone pointed out a few days back, there’s rather a lot to exclaim about these days. The other seven of those thirteen recycled unwanted wooden shelves have now been grown on, leaves and such, and I expect they’ll all be out hanging on walls, #artdrop pieces, there for people to take should they wish to.
Three of the thirteen were hung on walls around Hackney Wick last Friday evening ahead of the Save Yourself show at Stour Space, there’s a whole load of words and images from that show over on the Organ pages – Save Yourselves, Olympic Legacy and a little more than just another East London art show… Organ is where the art scene and more is documented on very regular basis. last Friday’s show was an important one. ..ORGAN THING: Save Yourselves, Hackney Wick, the Lord Napier, Daxx & Roxane and the day Heavy Metal went to the dogs…. I imagine several more of the thirteen pieces of recycled shelf will be hung out on the street in the Autumn sunshine today
And so it turned out that there were actually thirteen white wooden shelves thrown out, six of them have been painted so far and the first of the thirteen was left out on the street this afternoon. left there waiting by a busy East London railway arch near Hoxton railway station, there waiting to be taken should someone wish to do just that. This is as much about using unwanted things that have been thrown away as much as giving something away for free, about the layers that will grow long after we have gone…..
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
“Sometimes They Have Thorns Part 26”, fresh growth hung up on the gallery wall today, acrylic on board, 55cm x 65cm.including the found frame that is very much a part of this piece.(as it was with part 25, hung yesterday). The frame was hanging on a wall in east London, nothing in it, there just waiting…
it really isn’t clear at this point how far this series of thorn pieces are going to go, it is clear that the found frames are a very important part of the most recent pieces. it is clear that work on 2016 One Hundred Pieced Piece started yesterday with a view to the Brick Lane Art Car Boot fair. Once again a piece of work that will consist of one hundred parts, each part for sale at £1 at the Art Car Boot Fair on June 12th.
Fresh bit of growth up on the wall this glorious spring-like morning….”Sometimes They Have Thorn (part 23)”. March 2016, acrylic on canvas, 50cm x 75cm.