Burn The Rich

Burn the rich, bring out your dead, eat only organic and of course, grain fed.  Love from the Bourgeois Flasher.

Covering Legals .. Sorry but who are you? (In answer to Trish)

Just so we are clear (I would like to think many have picked this vibe up from me before): I think a lot of legals are shithouse. Like, really fucking banal and vanilla. Spare me, shoot me, just stop being cute.

There is a paradoxical vibe undermining street art right now.  Some are attempting to use the paradigm and power of 'legitimacy' to pull rank. In public. On walls. In shared spaces. Outside of galleries. I don't care who owns a wall, legally, no one owns rights over how others choose to treat it. Well, aside from the cops, obviously.      

Coming from this perspective, with my romantic notion of anarchy, I need to therefore ask: why the fuck are some people increasingly becoming so pent up when 'legals' get 'capped' ?

Do we need to drag this old argument out again? How does a pecking order based on what looks 'good' sit next to the reality that art in the street is public. By allowing the idea of a collective understanding of 'good art' to have any legitimacy we are actually buying into the commercial and bureaucratic ideas of how to control the 'filth on the streets'.

This is very judgemental territory people. Make no mistake, you will turn Melbourne into a giant Chadstone food court if you buy into it.

I absolutely refuse to support any notion that involves favouring one thing on a wall over another because of some notion of beauty, talent or legality. I don't mind if you do. But it makes you a conservative, in my mind. 

Who says what is good? What does it mean to critique the street? Like I said, I know as much as anyone in the public, about seeing and responding in public spaces.

But Trish, sorry but back at you, who the fuck are you?

Our walls. Our land. Our rules. Stop buying the shit the council tells you. Let them pay your rent, for sure, but don't sell out. 

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Power Grouse

Yes, grouse. There is no other way to describe walking through a massive space full of people doing art. I mean the painters and the spotters, too.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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#Blackandwhitechallenge

This week I have been playing a game of  Facebook chasey. Facie Chasie. Preprint Poetry nominated me for the black and white challenge. Five days. Shoot, post, nominate and pass it on.  

 It has demonstrated either my acutely insular social media circle, or how widespread this method of communication can be. But that is another conversation, best had in my head or at night with variously drug/alcohol affected philosophers.

 In a blog post apparently it gets a bit boring, ruminations about the nature of social interaction in modern day.

 This is not boring though, this black and white challenge. I have selected a bunch of pics I took, unedited aside from being shot in black and white mode on my Sony Alpha 7r. Plug Plug...and aside from any change arising in the transfer from the world to me to camera to Picasa to JPeg to Blogger to you.

 Oh yeah, and I threw in a colour one - Yeh-Nah - you decide if black and white is awesome.

 I reckon nothing beats it