Now I'm in a dilemma. I don't condone mindless doodling 'out there' - mostly on aesthetic grounds. The continuous lines you must have seen left by dragging a marker or spray across can along every surface the perpetrator (or should I say participant?) walks past seem even more stupid than concentratrations of rubbish tags. But when someone brings the gift of a well placed colour into the harsh urban environment we usually have to thank them. This yellow punctuation started out wanting to obliterate the lettering on this sign, quickly gave that idea up and only just made it to the end of the text. But those dribbles that nearly break the frame are tantalising and the one that escapes the black border brings us back into the real world and gently invades our space.
Surprising colour, applied so that it manages to maneuver between spatial dimensions is the subject of this posting. I loved this baby blue, thickly spilt splodge with it's textured rice pudding skin. Destined to be around for a while judging by the quantity of paint, it immediately suggests an accidental spillage rather than a purposeful placement. And then the little dollop that has hit the vertical wall and been forced by gravity to head down south makes itself known. Nestling in amongst the streetwise lichen rings, it adds a spatial quality that confounds expectation. How did this come to be? The normal order of such things is to run down and collect underneath, but it almost looks like this escapee started in a pool on the ground and leapt out in a bid for freedom, not quite clearing the bounday wall.
After those modest examples comes a rather grander attempt to escape the frame. Over blocks of grey and white on hoardings is a splattering that is crazed and accompanied by the congealed pool of paint underneath it that seems nothing less than murderous. Starting from a more comfortable distance on the wall, it leaps out and is suddenly almost underfoot, pulling us into a desperate world. Perhaps the red itself, so liberally distributed, was to block out anther's text? And over the top one more layer, a silvery grey cloud lingers, telling us this is unfinished business. Walk on, don't get involved...
Surprising colour, applied so that it manages to maneuver between spatial dimensions is the subject of this posting. I loved this baby blue, thickly spilt splodge with it's textured rice pudding skin. Destined to be around for a while judging by the quantity of paint, it immediately suggests an accidental spillage rather than a purposeful placement. And then the little dollop that has hit the vertical wall and been forced by gravity to head down south makes itself known. Nestling in amongst the streetwise lichen rings, it adds a spatial quality that confounds expectation. How did this come to be? The normal order of such things is to run down and collect underneath, but it almost looks like this escapee started in a pool on the ground and leapt out in a bid for freedom, not quite clearing the bounday wall.
After those modest examples comes a rather grander attempt to escape the frame. Over blocks of grey and white on hoardings is a splattering that is crazed and accompanied by the congealed pool of paint underneath it that seems nothing less than murderous. Starting from a more comfortable distance on the wall, it leaps out and is suddenly almost underfoot, pulling us into a desperate world. Perhaps the red itself, so liberally distributed, was to block out anther's text? And over the top one more layer, a silvery grey cloud lingers, telling us this is unfinished business. Walk on, don't get involved...
