This was one of the highlights of the saatchi gallery in the old county hall. I was loathe to add to the multi-millionaires coffers by paying the exorbitant entry fee but the cheery Doug waving his clipboard was such a good talker he could convince coal miners that the dust was indeed a powerful aphrodisiac. He also said we'd get a free T-shirt each which clinched it as we were rapidly running out of clothes! Hazel and I had wanted to see Richard Wilson's room full of sump oil for some time and this seemed the ideal opportunity being in "tourist mode" and keen to see what old Charlie had spent his money on lately. Mostly it was very bad paintings and some interesting sculpture including a whirling lightbulb in a cage ( can't rememeber the artist) which threw crazy shadows onto the gallery walls as it whizzed round. The Hirsts and Emins were as dull as they look in the tabloids. Other favourites included work by Ron Mueck, especially "Mask" which is incredibly detailed and scowls at you like a huge giant's head and Grayson Perry's daft and rude vases covered in graffiti and transvestites.
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A kind of diary, a log, a ramble, nothing to do with the Flowerpot Men. My life as an artist, a collagist, a rubber stamper, a networker, a dad , a letter writer and a postcard maker. Observations about this and that in no particular order.
I grew up in the home counties around London during the 50's and 60's. Went to several art schools including Southend ,Chelsea and Manchester. Trained as a painter and printmaker but now mostly using collage. Collect novelty songs and old mail art amongst other things too numerous to mention.