I spent last night in a Police cell covered in wallpaper paste! ....... Random! Its all about the tag line to draw you guys in. lol Last night I saw one of my friends and he said that he is driving to a city called Bristol to see his friend, and he asked me if I want to come along. So I did. We went to this rough part of the city called St Pauls. I have been there before with mates as it goes. So, last night we drove to St Pauls. we went into this black guys house, and his name was ...Paul... coincidentally, Paul from St Pauls lol... Lovely guy, no Saint though! It was a rough area but he was a great guy and I really liked him. I dont know if I ever told you guys that I like art? Pierre knows because I used to love his drawings and Graffiti. I always wished I could draw or paint! I can draw and paint enough to impress my little nieces and nephews, but I am no artist and I am not naturally talented at it. You can learn to a point, but some people are just naturally talented at it, and unless I am naturally talented at something I dont really bother because I will never really shine and excel at it. I especially like modern art. I like anything that takes talent to do, and i always admire people who have talent, or are good at something. I always wanted to lean to break dance lol, but got as far as spinning on my head for about one turn, then I would fall on my ass. Went to see the world B Boy, Breakdancing competition in Brixton academy with my friends who live in London, and I absolutely loved it. If you want to see talent, watch a very good Breakdancer... Awesome! I love modern art, but I dont like pretentious art that feeds the ego of people who say that they can see what everyone else cant. I went to a Damien Hurst exhibition when I was in London last year, also saw the queens collection of anatomical drawing by Leonard Da Vinci. Was cool, worth seeing, the guy was always ahead of his time. Anyway, Damien Hurt, I was looking forward to it, and I dont like to criticize another artists work, but thats only when they are an artist and have talent, Damien Hurst cannot even draw, he has NO talent that sets him apart from anyone else. His exhibition was just as if you took some rhandom person off the street and told them to try and fool the world into making them think he is an artist, because thats what he has done. Actually, your average person off the street would have done a better job of it. He had rooms filled with shelves with cigarette buts on them. 2 rooms full. As if just seeing one room was not disappointing enough. He had a table with a telephone on it, in a glass case.... Normal telephone, normal table. Obviously an artist or an art critic would see the art in it, but unfortunately I am neither, so obviously I dont see the art to be found in a telephone on a desk like you can see in every office in the country. I wish I was pretentious enough to see it... Actually, no I dont. Sorry, but I am very open minded, but I dont care how much of an expert someone pretends they are, it was just a telephone on a desk, not art. If thats art, then my house is a masterpiece lol. They say life is art, then in that respect fair enough, but there is a fine line between art that people want to see because its aesthetically pleasing, or gives them an emotional response, and someone trying to make it look like they know what they are doing. Its weird, I had that little respect for what I was seeing, I was not thinking and reached out and touched this black circle thing on the wall that looked like it was made by a 4 year old kid, and someone gave me a stinking look like I was touching the Mona Liza or something. The only cool thing in his collection is a human skull covered in diamonds just because its looks cool, but it was not there on the day I went lol. If people out there are willing to give him money for it, then I cannot blame the guy really. does not mean I respect him as an artist though. Anyway, so, we were in cool black guys house last night and he had graffiti on the wall, and we got talking about art etc, and he told me that his mate was going out tagging that night. Tagging means doing graffiti. So he called this guy and I left my mate and Paul, and hooked up with this guy to go tagging. He is a Stencil artist like a famous artist called Banksy who is also from Bristol, and the public dont know who Banksy is and everyone wants to know. This guys tagging/nickname name was Squidgy. So we went to another guys house with Squidgy where he still had a few last minute stencils to cut and he kept his things there. Squidgy told me that his mate was the famous artist Banksy whos identity is a secret, and I was loving it. Newspapers would give me thousands for telling them who he is, but I would never do that for any amount of money to be fair. Anyway, after about half an hour of me in the presence of one of the most famous artists on the planet, they both told me that they were winding me up. Joking about it and he was (not) really Banksy lol. I walked straight into that one. From hero to zero in seconds. So anyway we went out and he already knew where he was going to put this stencil. It was on this big long wall on a street. This guy pasted a few poster type circles of different colors overlapping on the wall with a paint roller, then he would spray stencils of fractal type things, and concentric circles over lapping with stars in between. Its hard to describe but it looked really cool, it was beautiful for want of a better word. Anyway, we were just getting ready to leave and were admiring the work and were getting ready to go somewhere else to do another one, and I was holding the wallpaper paste in a big paint roller pot. Suddenly a police car came around the corner, and we later found out that someone called them about us. Squidgy said lets go and he started running away, because I was the one carrying the wallpaper paste it was my instinct to run away with it, but I slipped on the ground and fell over, the wallpaper paste went all over my legs and all over my one arm. lol Anyway, the police put a blanket thing on the seats of the police car and took me to the station, put me in a cell. Then they questioned me for a bit and asked who the Graffiti artist was, but I would not give him up so I just told them that I was walking along and saw what he was doing and got talking and was going to go back to his house for coffee and to discuss art, and I offered to carry his wallpaper paste. They did not believe me as I had no real reason for being in that part of Bristol, but they could not prove I was not telling the truth. Anyway, they just gave me a caution and sent me on my way as I did not put anything on the wall personally. Funny nights drama, and writing that gave me a nice brake from work. My head is pounding because I only slept two hours in the police cell. It was a Friday night and busy, so it took a while until they processed me. I really am not used to writing directly to people as you guys can tell, still feels weird, but i like it! I am so used to just typing away at my stories that dont get immediately read. Enjoying the novelty factor of sloppy writing about my life for once, and not about a fictional characters life. ALLLL GOOOOOOOOOOD......
Posted on: Sat, 08 Feb 2014 23:25:09 +0000
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