Venturing south this lunchtime into the wasteland that is the other side of the lights, I noticed a large gap in the buildings where there used to be Hoyes Soft Drinks factory and a business called SPCK, selling religious books. Presumably staffed by ladies and gents wearing sensible shoes, benign smiles and tut tutting at most things. They would certainly have tut tutted in a big way if they had ever ventured into the small park behind the building. Now exhibited in it’s full glory, is the art of a talented gratify artist, identity unknown. There are quite a few of these little parks dotted around Clarendon Park, but in 27 years of residence I have to confess to never seeing this one before. Which must be why this artist was able to labour away for hours to create these. Now, at last, his art can be enjoyed by all, until they sling up an apartment block and hide it all away for ever.
4 comments:
Oooh Toby. I'm obviously going to have to have a stern word with you about graffiti. Find yourself a large book to put down the arse of your trousers.
Hey! Come on. It's art. Just different art, but still art. Move with the time Peter Baby.
The last time someone called me Peter Baby was when a girl jumped off a table on top of me whilst I was eating a takeaway prawn madras curry with boiled rice. But I don't suppose you want to know that.
I do! I do!
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