Sunday, July 20, 2003
Got back about a half hour ago from my fun afternoon out. I'm just about to do some food so I'll leave the Jeremy Hardy film until later or tomorrow. Before that I went to the Banksy exhibition with young Pin. We foolishly walked all the way, which was best part of two or three miles, though I'm fairly sure at least one of the buses from Liverpool Street Station, where we met, goes up that way. Still, it was a lovely day for a walk, who wants to be cooped up on a smelly old bus?
Sadly there were no mejahoors in attendence when we arrived, we knew we were there because there was a vandalised milk float out front. The 'gallery' was an old warehouse/garage that had been stripped. Banksy' work consisted mainly of paintings, photo's of stuff he'd done out in the real world, and stuff he'd done straight onto the walls. He was also branching out into three-d, a large 'touched up' version of The Thinker and several pens where originally the animals had been. But it had been decided (and I believe the RSPCA had turned up at the start) that the hot weather wasn't going to be good for them so they were gone, although some of them had left presents which stank the place out before they'd gone. Pride of place went to an exhibit which consisted of two police-cars on top of one another.
There was an upstairs, which allowed a view out over the area and got one closer to the police with angel wings that were hanging from the ceiling. Below ground there were toilets, completists hanging around to check both cubicles to see whether Banksy had left any message there. Next to the Gallery were some office spaces which weren't used and were full of rubbish. However, as they hadn't been locked some people were walking in there and stroking their chins thinking it was just another part of the exhibition.
I think tomorrow is the last day, if you have the chance then you really should pop along, it's free and a good laugh. And they're selling his two little books of photos too. And you'll be able to wonder if any of the staff there is Banksy himself, though I suspect he's really about five people.
Sadly there were no mejahoors in attendence when we arrived, we knew we were there because there was a vandalised milk float out front. The 'gallery' was an old warehouse/garage that had been stripped. Banksy' work consisted mainly of paintings, photo's of stuff he'd done out in the real world, and stuff he'd done straight onto the walls. He was also branching out into three-d, a large 'touched up' version of The Thinker and several pens where originally the animals had been. But it had been decided (and I believe the RSPCA had turned up at the start) that the hot weather wasn't going to be good for them so they were gone, although some of them had left presents which stank the place out before they'd gone. Pride of place went to an exhibit which consisted of two police-cars on top of one another.
There was an upstairs, which allowed a view out over the area and got one closer to the police with angel wings that were hanging from the ceiling. Below ground there were toilets, completists hanging around to check both cubicles to see whether Banksy had left any message there. Next to the Gallery were some office spaces which weren't used and were full of rubbish. However, as they hadn't been locked some people were walking in there and stroking their chins thinking it was just another part of the exhibition.
I think tomorrow is the last day, if you have the chance then you really should pop along, it's free and a good laugh. And they're selling his two little books of photos too. And you'll be able to wonder if any of the staff there is Banksy himself, though I suspect he's really about five people.
