Posts under ‘art’

Sometimes it's too easy to forget just how much there is to discover or revisit in London. Last week I went to a preview of a great exhibition of Hypercomics, which has filled Battersea Park's Pump House Gallery with magical mystery and multi-directional narrative.

Last weeek I was supposed to go to Brighton for the day. I'd planned to attend a sewer tour with the Brighton Flickr group, and hoped to see the Charley Harper exhibition and had booked an advance train ticket to save money (less than a tenner instead of over twenty quid). Unfortunately, due to the [...]

A few days ago, I went to tThe Complete History of Food, presented by Bompas & Parr. Despite the fact that the title was a bit of a misnomer (there was nothing "complete" about their history, and, given that it was sponsored by a cognac company, it didn't really feel much like a history of food), it was an entertaining and unusual night out with two of my best pals, Nikki and Billy.

The day after I went to Bekonscot it was the Lates night at the Science Museum, and I got to see my stitched self on display, along with 258 others…

I must apologise. Things have kind of fallen into the moat here at Mondo Towers (NB: this is just a clever turn of phrase. I don't actually have a moat. Or live in a tower). There are lots of things I've neglected to write about lately, possibly because I've been busy actually doing them, but I feel like I should at least mention some of them here. So this is the first of a few (long) catch-up posts. This one's mostly about MORBID DETH and body parts. (I'd like to promise that the others aren't going to be so gruesome — but I can't as at least one other upcoming post is about MORBID DETH too.)

I only found out about the A Moment In Time project about 10 minutes after it was supposed to happen, but I decided to take part anyway, partly because it would give me something good to take for 'Roid Week as well. So here's the view through my window on a rainy day. I love [...]

If I look out of my kitchen window in the winter, I can see a funny little tower way off at the edge of the horizon (I can't see it in the summer because of that tree in front the window). It's the only remaining piece of what was once a significant market space, opened [...]

but I am getting over a fortnight of being ill and I am still somewhat brane ded.
Have some belated new year wishes from a pair of cats playing a mandolin and a banjo, which I picked up at last month's Ephemera Society Bazaar, instead.

That was almost a whole month without me posting anything here, or on Flickr. To be fair, there were some fairly extenuating circumstances which led to my absence: to wit, my hard drive failed and, lo, there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth….

As I mentioned in my last post, I spent last weekend looking at more arty stuff. It started in Trafalgar Square on Saturday morning to see my friend Myk Reeve posing on the fourth plinth as part of Antony Gormley's One and Other. He was the fifth of six people that I've met to appear [...]