It’s generally at about this point in the blogging lulls that I put forth some half-a**ed post that so horrifies the other bullsies that they spew forth actual content like Eyjafjallajokul spews forth ash on a restless day. Doneski!!!!!
Also we are challenging Riddled to a Wellington street art competition.
definitely not banksy
Best found art wins. I have dibs on “Darth Vader playing the Rubik’s cube.”
Two woodcuts from the now defunct STOT21stCPlanB who are currently participating in the art resistance movement as Harry Adams. What can I say? I dig wood cuts. I dig alcohol. And I am fascinated by drowned stickmen.
An image likely to cause controversy – “Girls peeling oranges” by Billy “don’t call me a Stuckist” Hamper (Childish). It seems unfair that one man should have so much art coursing through his veins and a booshy mooshtache to boot. Pound for pound one of the greatest contemporary artists. Or have I bought into the hype? UPDATE: This wood block was originally cut in the 80s by Mr. Childish and Tracey Emin (my copy is a 2008 print). I’m agnostic on Ms. Emin’s art but do give her credit for being a survivor in the burnout art world.
We'd might have to give ourselves a 'Baggy for picking at The Eds leftovers. Three Bulls! leads/follows Parrotline, but no other. We are also trying to cultivate an icy facade over our man crush on tEds on top of our deep inner aloofness, which is but another Magic Shell coating around creamy ice cream.