In Dean Lane, there is a fence which separates off the skate park from the council swimming pool. The wall here is a bit of a free-for-all and there really are no rules, apart from the fact that it is less legitimate than the main walls of the spot. To access the wall you first of all need to scale the fence…not for the feint-hearted.
I have not seen any Oner work in Dean Lane before, and this might be one of his first adventures to the site. I like the cartoonish style of this burner and the colours are uplifting. It is neat and tidy and has clean lines. I do like it when he spends a little bit of time on his work – sometimes his burners can be a little rough-and-ready.
A week or two back it seems Elvs hit the town with at least three pieces of which this was the second. This one was on the long wall at Dean Lane. The subtle and toned-down writing is in marked contrast with the scarlet backwash which brings the whole piece to life. I’m not sure the impact would be the same on a dull background.
Elvs offers another reworking of a successful style and two things stand out for me. First is the vertical graded shading of the piece which is graduated from bottom to top, and second is the central vanishing point which is central to the work of Elvs. A fine piece.
I know nothing about Hank. I haven’t seen his stuff before, or at least registered it. This slightly curious piece is in Leonard Lane and I am not too sure if the top and bottom half even belong together. The signature at the top would suggest that they do.
I’ll be on the look out to see if there is any more from this elusive artist.
I don’t think that there has ever been a time when I didn’t enjoy finding a new Laic217 piece and this one is no exception. The work is in one of his favoured spots in Moon Street and fits the frame of the doorway perfectly. There is a sinister element to the piece with the eyes missing and the scarf obscuring the face – I would expect nothing less.
I have mentioned many times before that Laic217 has developed his techniques a great deal over the last few years especially the different materials worn by his characters. In this piece the handkerchief tied around his neck has folds that disrupt the pattern on it, a nice touch.
Three hallmark signs mark this out as a Laic217 piece…The bucket hat, the smiley and the distorted face. They just keep coming.
Some readers of this blog may wonder why my avatar image is a rockhopper penguin, well there are two reasons…
It is a lot more attractive than yet another balding white middle-aged man on the Interweb.
It links to the original purpose of Natural Adventures, which was to digitise my daily log that I wrote whilst serving as a Fisheries Scientist in the Falkland Islands in 1988. (More about this in chapter 1, ‘An ill wind‘).
The adventure continues…
Thursday 30 June 1988. Koei Maru 30
I have been rattled and am livid. Abe the Ice Master has taken it upon himself to be mildly aggressive towards me today – probably because he fell over quite nastily in a playful attack on me earlier on. It is all really petty, but he keeps taking the fish I’m about to use in a sample, and since the fish are few and far between, this considerably holds me up. Basically he’s just a turd and this is the first fury I’ve been in for a long time, so I’m entitled to it.
I have calmed down a bit now, and watched the conclusion of ‘the Goonies’ – what a crap film!
I love grooming the papers – here is a little gem from The Times.
It has actually turned out OK in the end. Abe came to my room late to get some whiskey, which is stockpiled here and gave me a bottle – perhaps he was feeling a little guilty for his behaviour to day – I don’t know.
Two more weeks of this hell and then Port Stanley – then home.
How can a soul be expected to wait for such things?
Friday 1 July 1988. Koei Maru 30
Well I’ve cracked another month out here, and have only gone slightly round the bend. It seems the KM30 will piss off shortly after me, which is fine by me, I don’t care what Fishops say.
I will be quite sad to say goodbye or sayonara to this lot, they’ve been quite an experience and certainly enriched my life a whole lot. But I shall be glad when it is all over.
I’m so glad I wrote something earlier today ‘cos I’m knackered.
I have started helping around the placeas an auxiliary crew member – quite fun really and as usual it kills time.
I’ve started a collection of jigs for fishing and showing people, with talks in mind.
It rained and snowed today, for about five minutes of each.
I’m working on justifying stealing the helmet I intend to nick when I leave the ship. I think I deserve it and it will be a brilliant reminder of my three months on the KM30.
Wrote to Deb.
Saturday 2 July 1988. Koei Maru
Well what a day – I must be writing this in about a force 9 or 10 sea. It is ridiculous.
We began fishing, but abandoned two thirds of the line to haul when it gets better.
This is the roughest it has been since I joined the KM30.
Earlier today I got my leg smashed by the work table during a roll. Completely bonkers and very painful – Itai!
I lost my otolith board and it took 1/2 an hour to find it in the debris. Jokes about rough seas (it’s really rough) just aren’t funny any more – it was bloody dangerous today!
The Fishing Master says we’ll call into Port Stanley on the 17th no problem, but seems to think that they’ll finish then!
Impossible to get to sleep again. Thinking about death, tax, etc – such a worrier!