Friday, February 17, 2017

Street Art 2017

2000 and fucking 17, how did we get here? But here we are

And street art here you are masquerading as some sort of shitty corporate philanthropic bullshit, to instil your imagery in the mind of some hipster with too much disposable income and not enough taste.

Fuck meaning. Fuck anger. Fuck passion. Just give me the shitty well passed it's sell by date quip and some pleasurable colours and my need for any sort of fucking meaning of anything is sated with some truly disposable consumerism.

Street art isn't dead no, it's gone, it's some black matter in an endless void of darkness, it's nothing. Now there's mural art. Now there's a thousand and one useless artists peddling their bullshit with no reputation and no reason. Just money. Now there's just art, bad art. And guess what motherfuckers dr funky is back to talk shite about it.

Fuck you

Saturday, March 7, 2015

DOT DOT DOT – Vandal King

dot dot dot's name sums it up perfectly, you're waiting for more, or at least something, anything, a pause before inspiration


and yet here we are wasting precious seconds of life contemplating this utter , vacuous , utter utter , vacuous ,utter , vacuous ,utter , vacuous ,utter , vacuous ,utter , vacuous ,utter , vacuous ,utter , vacuous ,utter , vacuous ,utter , vacuous ,

shit

the king is the baby, and that's  apt, no knowledge, no experience, no understanding, just a contrite image, that will rapidly be forgotten

but hey

peace


Friday, March 6, 2015

Mr Brainwash Jimi


It's a picture of Jimi with paint dripping off him. Mr Brainwash has now been doing this for 8 years. 8 fucking years. How is it possible?

I'll tell you.

Because of you, yes you there, in your underpants, with 10 tabs open, 6 of them looking at porn, 2 looking at ebay and 2 looking at forums. Stop. Now.



You need a-life a L - I - fucking - F - E


This isn't the road to fulfillment. You will not become rich from this shit. You will not find happiness. You will find an empty packet of maltesers behind your pillow and realise you ate them at 4am after crying for 2 hours staring at your rows of tubes, rows of tubes with nothing in them but empty promises.


This isn't a Banksy project. This is a rich french fool laughing at you. Laughing and counting your money.





So in summary


Life is not Brainwash.


Friday, February 6, 2015

DRAN - PUBLIC EXECUTION

Stood in a room full of tight black jeans, fake glasses, tights, leggings, clashing colours and empty empty empty words I found myself falling ever so slightly in love with Dran.



Who else on a cold Thursday night would get well off, with no responsibility, well, pricks, of London in a room where nothing is for sale and nothing is to be viewed (okay there were two pictures so fucking sue me).


Just cheese for the mice in a laboratory.

Not one, not one fucking word about what it all means, just fucking grabbing grabbing hands trying to get a little bit more cash for some new trainers, or to brag to their empty empty friends on their fucking handheld device of some fucking sort.

So what did it all mean?

Well let's start with the title 'public execution' , two meanings yes? Everything is to be created in public so watch it grow. But also the execution of the artist in public. You open a show with nothing, what could destroy an artist more? What does it say about the baying masses and grabbing grabbing hands?

It's a show in reverse, you start with nothing and end the show with everything, when the interest is at it's least. It's deconstructing the notion of how our short attention span should be used. Of what we expect and when.  Yesterdays opening was the closing. Of course you couldn't buy anything then, it's gone.

What was the statement? What was the artistic statement? It wasn't what you were expecting..was it? But perhaps it was a damning statement of what art is viewed as, by the affluent and greedy?

It's alright sit there in oblivion, caress your handheld device and tell yourself challenging thought is bad, you'll be dead soon, so fuck it.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

The Revolution of Eine?

Well, it isn't really is it?


It's another print with 'his' words that mean, well, fuck all.


In fact it's worse than that, perhaps it's the revolution of the revolutionary to the money driven cog in the capitalist society? Too much? Yeah.


One thing is certain releasing a print edition of 200 for  a few hundred quid with the word Revolution, to me, looks like a bullshit statement to be making. It's not a revolution, you're not standing up to anything, you're in fact making money from a symbol of something more, it's anti-revolution dimwit.





Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Better Out Than In (BOTI) Banksy The Review!

The last 31 days have been fun. There I said it.
Dr Funky has sat, very still, so still, you'd think, he was, quite asleep, if not for the fact his eyes were wide open. He stared and stared and stared at the coverage and found himself smiling!
In another iteration Dr Funky had become quite aggressive towards Banksy, his last show in fact at MOCA had raised the ire to such a level that it was almost time to walk away for good. Exit through the gift shop had seen stencils placed purely as advertisements, then the DVD release had seen pieces in shops and then with the MOCA show a whole lopsided display of works inside sold to the highest bidder. The zenith of the consumer relationship had peaked, he had walked off hand in hand into the sunset with his LA big wallet friends.....leaving street art behind.
And then silence..an Olympics piece..silence..an altered statue....silence.....silence
Then this.
Better Out Than In. A show which as far as I've been able to ascertain has no sales element. Simply about getting up in all the forms Banksy has the money, the talent, the where with all to accomplish in secret, on a daily basis for a month. And for the main he has succeeded. So what's it been about? The answer in many guises is in the title. The secret as always is hidden in plain view in its simplicity.
He's outside the gallery, outside the money (for now, just for now), he's also letting us see more clearly as the days passed some views he's wanted to express.
Take 'The Banality of the Banality of Evil'...



On a simple level it's a slightly controversial picture (but just not enough to cause offense), an amusing title, a worthy stunt, great press opportunity and of course a chance for people to obsess over values. But whilst the chatter excitedly remains on a superficial level, something is missed, the title. A simple google search reveals the following http://observer.com/1999/08/eichmann-and-the-banality-of-the-banality-of-evil/. Now we're looking at ourselves, now we're looking at the world we're living in, tired of a world where we treat the horror with tired eyes, because we've seen it all, without feeling it.
On its own the message is powerful, taking into consideration a number of other pieces over the weeks the impact becomes something more. The oddly worded 'attack' on the freedom towers aesthetics, was that what that was really about? Or more pointedly a message about creativeness being stunted (more generally), somehow America's recent wars on terror leading to something 'less' at home. Too much? Too loose a connection? But then, what of Reaper? It's fun, it's about grabbing life and then you listen to the audio and the poem invictus is repeated, the final statement of Timothy McVeigh. Suddenly you're contemplating how a 'home terrorist' is different to one of foreign origins, how death is manipulated in different ways. Even leaving aside 'the obvious' collab piece commenting on the 99%, there's the McDonalds art questioning the American store and it's iconization of a fast food 'prop' (in Ronald) and for many the standout piece crazy horses:



With a touch of Guernica and the powerful audio, we're left in no doubt of Banksy's position on the war on terror. Raising questions about the world we live in, the icons we've created, the people we're seemingly becoming. The observations have been large and contemplative. The genius? Perhaps for many the fact this insight is not needed. For others, exactly the opposite, the opinion is better out than in, look at what we're becoming, look at the poor choices.
But still there were other goals, there was the need to be 'real', to show after everything doing pieces illegally was still important. The dynamic of getting up has subverted by his fame and fans.
This residency has been an ever changing living organism, with input from social media like never before. With a band of ardent fans on the ground, producing comment and pictures and many others pulling together information online and sharing. To commentators of 'note' trying to pull together meanings on a daily basis. What is readily apparent is the effect these additional inputs have on our understanding, on publicity and most obviously the life of these pieces. Groups have been restoring them and there's no doubt that these readily available sources of knowledge on value have led to rush for preservation and monetary opportunities, both small scale and large.


It's not all been positive? Not by a long shot. But if we look back at some of the meanings that hang heavy in the air of this show and I've mentioned, such as the nature of the 'individual'; the regard of wrong doing and what it actually is. How we interact with it, to what is it we should be questioning and what is acceptable. To what is the true value of art. An interactive show, a residency 2.0. Where the populist appeal gives us it's own meanings.
So far I've touched on the more serious themes and the interaction with the audience through a social medium, yet there's more to discuss. The interaction with law, with graffiti artists and what the all consuming power of fame brings to the table.
How many pieces were legal, 'legal', i.e. the property owner was asked prior to the creation? The answer very few. With the waiting in vain piece Banksy made the point of letting us know, no permission was sought to underline the difficulty in creating this.


Whilst this is commendable, the notion of fame and value warps the danger. Whilst criminal damage charges were hugely unlikely to ever be sought, because people 'wanted' this on their walls. The true danger was to Banksy's anonymity and for many this was of major interest. Banksy was underlining this was real, that he was returning to his roots, but now he was a different beast. He knew full well the law wasn't the issue for him as it was in the 90's. Now he has the power to do this and be lauded, the game is a hypocrite if you meet the capitalist criteria. But he's used this to his advantage and it's apparent throughout the residency.
And so to the last message, a classic throw up, a nod of the can to the home of bubble lettering and a message that art is for everyone, that it should be outside the gallery surrounding us and bringing beauty to our lives. A last hopeful message and one to contemplate. Whilst the contemporary art critics gripe simply out of jealousy (there's many reasons but logic dictates this is the main one). The rest of us (even me) can enjoy what we've seen and hope a few more street artists are inspired to provide with more than a mural with little meaning and small expectations. Time to take back the streets and let that be the agenda (don't worry the money will follow).


thankyou Banksy

Rebel Rocket Attack by Banksy and MH17

Suddenly this 'Better Out than In' video has renewed meaning, the loss of innocence thrown at us day after day on the news, captured in a small confrontational way, fills Dr Funky with sadness, anger and a little admiration for making me feel something.



Surely the starting or ending point for any piece of art?






makes you think just a little as you compose that next mindless update somewhere about something