This is not art No. 41…

But first…
Dulltown, UK/Europe: Today’s octopus is the one talking on eight phones at once.
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This fine painting is unfortunately not signed; it is approximately 1.6 metres by 1.2 metres in size.
It is uncertain whether the main vertically striated rectangular form in shades of buff and brown is actually some natural found material that has been included in the work, or is a delicately worked surface using oils or acrylics – this need not concern us dear reader, for it is the adventurous, but confidently minimal composition that immediately reaches out, takes us by the hand, gives it a reassuring warm squeeze, and then suddenly pulls us intimately close to vigorously engage and toy with our aesthetic sense.
At first glance this work could easily be mistaken for a fine art print of some kind – the cold, antiseptic, flawless white surround seems to be mimicking the paper border of a print in a rather playful way; this though is the bare stage upon which this gorgeous optical drama of colours and form is to be played out here for us – the house lights dim…
The blue! The vivid blue backdrop, with deliberately ragged and carefree edges! Note the eye-catching, almost cheeky, deviation from geometry and the rectilinear in the bottom right corner – oh joy! Then we find that our gaze is taken gently upwards, we of course are seeking more of those vibrant blues, but hold!… No! Our expectations and sensibilities are thwarted – there our lovely blue is reduced to a meagre and scraggy horizontal strip, so compressed by the cold weight of the snowy white above – and the rampant fecund brown earthiness pulsing from below.
The dynamics of the work are astounding, I have tears welling in my eyes as I write… Excuse me, I must go and…

Yes, this is a photo I took a while back, I think this is a place where a bank cashpoint, an ATM, used to be – the banks don’t want to be bothered making it convenient for its customers to get at their money any more. Yes, the hole in the wall where it used to be has been boarded up with these bits of plywood.

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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3 Responses to This is not art No. 41…

  1. Jheron Bash says:

    Splendid critique of a fine work, Dave!
    Actually, I don’t think the banks care for having their ATM’s ripped out by industrial diggers and explosives either. This is the world we live in.

  2. Sharon Mann says:

    As I look closely I see the Hi, love your critique!

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