This is not art. No. 9….

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s existential angst is centred around the sound of the word ‘welter’.
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dscn4689The first things that catch the viewer’s eye are, of course, the fascinating textural elements that make up the substrate; see how the surface of the paper or board has, in small, but subtly arranged zones, erupted and fluffed up under some previous and (to us) unknown stressing event. Note also the delicate rectilinear staining and yellowing, which is so reminiscent of that observed on ancient manuscripts; it even might suggest evidence of some sort of past aqueous encroachment, either serendipitous or intentional on the part of the artist – that is of course left for the observer to decide.
Now we must consider the use of collage and colour. Perhaps this work is a reference to the genre of landscape painting? The green form, with its elegant in-built horizon, must certainly represent, but only in a tentative and fleeting way, the land, and the earth, and the deep saturated blue above, of course, is the sky – but hold hard – no, all is not well in our idyllic scene. Oh, observe the cutting slicing wind of human commerce and technology with its concomitant gaudy and bright lettering, ripping across the pastoral scene from the east, dragging and pulling up slithery waves from the sea to mix with the turbulent and wrinkled air above – oh, see the lone bird fleeing to the left in search of peace and tranquility (possibly a dove) after sniffing and glimpsing the impending man-made catastrophe that is approaching from the…

No not really, this piece (nicely framed though it is) is just one of those places on the bus where the bus company stick their posters which advertise their fare increases and timetable changes for bank holidays etc. Some grumpy passenger has probably been annoyed by the last item to be displayed there and has ripped it out of its frame, rolled it up and probably thrown it in the used ticket box… or at the driver…

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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6 Responses to This is not art. No. 9….

  1. good lord! I thought you had made this and was waxing lyrical about it – albeit tongue in cheek. Then I was utterly disappointed at the real story behind it. But gosh, yes you should become one of those art gallery people. All effusive and pontificating! 😀

    • Dave Whatt says:

      Disappointed at the real story? Gosh, did you think the thing was real and was that good?…
      Actually it wasn’t bad was it? I’ve seen far worse in white-painted trendy galleries…

  2. john seven says:

    Well done Dave. Now Frame that text and photograph it on a wall next to the photograph
    and ..you’ve auto-validated!

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