This is not art. No. 42…

But first…
Dulltown, UK/Europe: Today’s lost plectrum is the one eventually found in the dust at the bottom of Tutankhamen’s sarcophagus.

I find the juxtapositions of colours, textures and styles completely overwhelming in this extraordinary piece – I even feel a little emotionally giddy and unsteady on my feet as I stand gazing in awe at this meaningful work. This remarkable multimedia composition works on so many levels it is difficult for me to know where I should attempt to start.
Is this a political piece? Oh, most certainly!
The fragile, but at the same time bold, optimistic blue-turquoise ragged-edged painted strips, with their bubbling effervescent boundaries and their tiny spits of fuming orange red, are most certainly being forcibly held down against their will – weighted down, by the hard rectilinear frame of authoritarian, welded, mitred steel, which we can see has a plain cold featureless heart of official buff envelope beige.
Not just that, but the whole aesthetic assault is covered over, masked, censored by a perfect square of brown corroded steel plate, there to stay, for ever. The plate has printed on it, in a drab official grey, a sanitized and ironic representation of the poor form held struggling beneath.
But is there any hope? Yes, I believe so. The artist has allowed us a small glimpse of colour, of life, and of culture – the poor oppressed hue is peeping at us from over the top of the wall. Can you make out what it is saying? I can…

No, I came across this a few weeks ago, it was on the wall of a closed down bank here in the middle of Dulltown – I think all this stuff has been fastened on there to cover the hole where the cash machine, ATM, used to be. It’s nice, isn’t it?…

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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4 Responses to This is not art. No. 42…

  1. David Manley says:

    Uummm. A masterful example of what I call Vernacular Abstraction!

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