Category: Art

Jun 09

Bromley-By-Bomb, someone in my shoes and fluffy insect love

On Friday night the unexploded WW2 device in Bow was detonated – I don’t have much to add to Going Underground’s post, which includes a dramatic still from a BBC video.

As I was leaving the house a few mornings ago a woman walked past wearing my shoes. Not just the same style from the same shop – actually my shoes, which I bought from the Dalston Oxfam shop, customised (badly) and then gave away to another charity shop. I was stunned, and she looked at me a bit oddly, probably because I was following her and gaping. Nobody needs that at 8.30 in the morning.

It made me happy though, because I thought I’d made a real mess of them, but she clearly didn’t think so! They were Converse, with a comic book print and white toes. I decided they would look better with black toes, so I coloured them in with permanent marker, leaving a star shape on one toe and writing “Pow!” inside. “How witty I am!” I thought to myself, and then realised I’d just hashed up a perfectly good pair of sneakers. Sigh.

It’s not the first time something like that has happened either – my friend customised a t-shirt and later donated it to the Tottenham branch of Sense, then I found it in the Hackney branch. I not sure whether this ‘small world’ business is comforting or depressing. Maybe a little bit of both.

In other news: I saw a bumblebee! From the top deck of a bus. It made me realise how seldom I see the fluffy little dears these days, and I made a mental note to stop mocking The Independent for devoting its cover to “The plight of the bumblebee“. Surely there’s some good bee-PR to be had from Harry Potter? That’s where ‘dumbledore‘ comes from after all.

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Jun 02

Waging war on mass-produced tat

*Fanfare* I now have internet access! Will get to work making up for lost blogging time.

*Nother fanfare* I went out this weekend! On an expedition to Walthamstow.

As promised, I paid a visit to the small but perfectly formed East London Craft Guerrilla Market on Saturday, and purchased this lovely grisly necklace:

Heart Necklace

It’s made by Glowing Doll, who won my prize for Stuff I’d Like To Own, though there were some other stalls which caught my eye, including a lady making awesome soft-toy guitars. There were about half a dozen stalls (and a sleepy cat) in the sunny leafy back garden of Beautiful Interiors, which is also worth a visit if you’re up that way.

And you’d probably like to be up that way because, my goodness isn’t Walthamstow Village lovely? In a similar way that the door of Eddie’s pub in Stratford deposits you in Hampstead, a short walk down Third Avenue from Hoe St transports you to Church Street in Stoke Newington. As well as all the twee and sexy crafts in Beautiful Interiors, there is a restaurant and deli called Eat 17 which looks gorgeous. It was formerly a waffle cafe (a wafflery? If that isn’t the word it should be) so has a pretty impressive choice for dessert, including a cheesecake waffle. Yup, that’s cheesecake on a waffle. Num num num, say I.

Glowing Doll Stall

Ooh, also Diamond Geezer has been in my neck of the woods recently with this post on invisible artwork ‘Linked’. Will add that to my Leytonstone to-do list, especially after my rant about rubbish public art a while back. Though can imagine it wouldn’t be for everyone – I have been covering my organisation’s press phone this weekend, and got an impassioned call at 5.30am from an unhinged person ranting about ‘skull-based receivers’ and how the Government is controlling the voices in his head. Sca-ry.

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May 14

Is public art a waste of space?

I know that’s the question that has been keeping you awake at night too. So on behalf of all of us I went to a free arts debate on the subject last week in the National Gallery. I’ll come back to it later but Apollo magazine has a good summary of the issues that came up.

What had got me thinking about the topic in particular was the abundance of bad public art in East London, and Stratford especially. We’re literally falling over the stuff out here. My kneejerk reaction now is to see it as a symptom of shoddy regeneration and council underspend – with a few notable exceptions, the sculptures / light installations / memorial fountains here add nothing to our experience of the environment we live in. The pieces aren’t attractive, challenging, interactive, thought-provoking, inspiring, controversial or any of the other things you might wish from art in the public domain.

World Peace Sculpture

World Peace Sculpture

What *really* irritates me is when you look past the sculpture and see a high street full of drunks, junkies, homeless people, or a forest of yellow murder boards. I am as arty farty as they come and I still think ‘surely you could be spending the money on something more worthwhile?’

At the debate Joan Bakewell said that “the effect of public art is that you see the space around it”, as well as the thing you’re ‘meant’ to look at. Perhaps that’s the problem? If you dumbly parachute ‘art’ into a place without considering the surrounding space you’re just drawing attention to the mismatch. It’s the indifference which jars – the indifference of the people who commissioned it is mirrored by the indifferent reception of the people who live with it.

Stratford Circles

Stratford Circles

Two examples from the centre of Stratford spring to mind. One is the ‘World Peace’ sculpture (1984) outside Morrisons: not only is this unimaginative to the point of GCSE coursework, it also completely disconnected from the place around it. The overwhelming feeling you get when you look at it is ‘why on earth is this here?’ That is if you see it at all. I feel the same about the series of photographs called ‘Stratford Circles’, which reside in an attractive spot between the multi-storey car-park and the road, at the back of Krisp clothing store. Really, what is the point?

Just for balance, there is a piece I like a lot as well – the ‘Railway Tree’ by Malcolm Robertson. It is a pleasure to look at, it has a strong visual impact, and attempts to say something about Stratford’s unique identity. Even so, I think it suffers from the location, surrounded by busy road and office blocks – it discourages interaction because the only reason people would be near it is if they were crossing the road. And actually it’s a sculpture that works well up close because you can get into its ‘roots’, and feel the texture of the girders, and really appreciate the size of it. It’s only when you get close that is becomes tree-like.

Railway Tree

Railway Tree

The question of democracy in art came up at the debate – how do you involve the public in getting the art they want for their community? I certainly don’t have the answer. East London has an incredibly vibrant artistic community and loads of great stuff going on. What I’d like to know is how we can tap some of that originality and boldness and bring it into the public realm. A hip studio in Dalston or the fantastic Whitechapel gallery are open to the public, of course, but they are intimidating places, and often half-deliberately inaccessible, physically and intellectually.

There is lots going on in Stratford at the moment on the public art front, in the run up to the Olympics. It would make me happy if the committees behind future projects took on board something that Sandy Nairne said at the arts debate: “Good public art changes, and makes, public space.”

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May 05

Dancing bots in Bethnal Green

Bank holiday weekend, woo! An East End accomplice called on Sunday night and asked if I wanted to go the Box Bot B Movie Bank Holiday Nightmare at the Bethnal Green Working Men’s Club. I said something along the lines of ‘hell yeah!’ and off we went.

Giant robot at Bethnal Green Working Men's Club

Unfortunately we arrived too late to make ourselves cardboard box ‘n’ tinfoil robot outfits but there were a few botting about when we got there. There watched some, uh, performance art, and jumped around to a punky electro band called Toy Toy. Not sure who the red-haired robot DJing just beforehand was but she played Talking Heads, The Slits and Le Tigre so I was joyful :-)

Other attractions included a montage of B movie clips showing on a big screen, and a ‘laboratory’ bar which hadn’t really made much of a departure from a previous incarnation as a gazebo (although it was artfully draped with tinfoil). You could choose from a range of mysterious liquids in chemical colours with names like ‘Brain Fluid’ or ‘Essence of Monster’ (in case you were wondering, if you mix them they taste of fruit salad chews) There were also free flying saucers and some dangerously twisty straws. Around midnight there was a prize-giving for the best costume, which revealed that three girls had come as Stepford wives – really nice concept, but it was a shame that they were just in everyday Bethnal Greenwear (The Pipettes have a lot to answer for…)

It was a superfun night, given a wonderful delirious edge by the fact it was a *Sunday* night. And we were, you know, *OUT*. Truly I’m living life on the edge.

PS Admit it, you were tempted by the 300 flying saucers for £8.89 link, weren’t you? If you have just finished entering your debit card details, well, I salute you.

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