Yesterday I wrote about a little urban exploration I undertook with the kindly Mr Cafe as my guide (here) in order to see some hidden paintings by street artist Phlegm. After quite some time hacking through dense foliage, huge nettles and the unforgiving bramble thorns we retreated to a huge disused factory which was literally covered in artwork. Every wall was alive with colour, each new painting giving way to another huge piece of work. It was like the most amazing art gallery – all around were weeds and the discarded remnants of industry whist the walls vibrated with thousands of strokes of spray can paint.
I took a few photographs whilst I was there, the following pictures are my favourites;
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Yesterday, my good friend Mr Cafe (who blogs here by the way) took me on an urban ramble to see a few old Phlegm pieces which are a little off the beaten track. I won’t go into any details as to where these paintings reside as they are all rather inaccessible and I feel it’s best just to let them get on with becoming enveloped by the surrounding environment and let nature take her inexorable course.
Needless to say, there was much rustling through the undergrowth, weaving around thick brambles and plenty of nimble footwork involved. Luckily, neither of us sustained even a nettle sting which is quite hard to believe as there were so many of them around us in certain places. We even bumped into a tiny little horse at one point in our wanderings!
My thanks go out to Mr Cafe for being such a genial and knowledgable guide on this tour of secluded and little seen artwork. Here are some of the pictures I took along the way;
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Bridges and Waterways
Some years ago, I commented on a piece of asemic writing work produced by Lestaret (who blogs here by the way) and stated that a large scale work would look excellent framed and hung on a gallery wall. I cheekily mentioned that if he ever fancied producing such a piece then I would most definitely give it room amongst my modest art collection. Since that conversation, Lestaret has gone on to produce three asemic novels (which are still available here), a collaborative graphic novel (more of which at a later date) and countless other pieces of his patented curiology.
A few weeks ago, I received a phone call from the man himself who revealed that he was now working on such a piece for me. I was extremely excited and couldn’t wait to see the results. He kept me updated as to it’s progress during subsequent calls until last week when he told me it was finished and he would be bringing it all the way up from Kings Lynn to Rotherham for me. When he arrived at my house, I gingerly removed the brown paper wrapper to reveal a 40cm by 50cm board literally covered with tiny scraps of recycled paper from old books upon which he had meticulously covered every inch of space with asemic writing. He told me he had carried out the work using many ‘dip and scratch’ type nibbed ink pens which makes this work all the more incredible.
I have now mounted, framed and hung the piece which looks stunning. Every time I pass by it I look and see something different in it’s arcane letterforms and line upon line of text with no meaning. It truly is stunning and so I wanted to share it here in large format so the picture can be zoomed in to capture a little of the detail. It was difficult to photograph obviously because of the glass front hence the reflections and angles but I don’t think this detracts from the artwork as a whole.
I am now a proud owner of a large scale Lestaret original asemic work and I honestly couldn’t be happier. Click on the images below to supersize them;
I think i’m probably the recipient of some of the best unsolicited mail in Yorkshire. Sure, I get my fair share of double glazing quotes, credit card application forms and bills but every now and then something really special turns up on my doormat which makes me smile. A couple of days ago, this very envelope was retrieved from the usual tangle of postal rubbish and I knew there would be a rare treat inside;
I always tend to put such envelopes to one side util I can give them my full and undivided attention, that moment didn’t arrive until Tuesday morning and so with hushed reverence I carefully split the top flap and gingerly removed the following item from within;
This is a beautifully handmade booklet fashioned by none other than the good Mr Lestaret (who blogs here by the way), that arch mail artist and self-styled purveyor of patented curiology.
The paper used throughout appears to have been constructed by pasting sheets of older leaves together and has a wonderfully satisfying tactility about it, particularly at the edges.
As with a good many other pieces of Mr Lestaret’s mail art, particularly his booklets it all means absolutely nothing… but also means everything.
The end product is all. The feeling and smell when holding a physical book in the hands means more than words can ever hope to convey. There is a sense of love about these objects within their plain brown envelopes, of passion and pride, of being brought into existence just to exist.
I’m extremely proud to know Mr Lestaret personally and eternally pleased to be a recipient of his unique brand of curiology. Long may it continue to arrive through my letterbox!