Angry Face seems to paint in fits and starts. You’ll see nothing for months and then he will paint a spate of maybe five or six of his trademark angry faces about the place, and then dissolve back into a fleeting memory.
This one is rather nicely placed adjacent to a tree in Peel Street Green. I think I might pop up there this afternoon with the dog, because I believe there are a few new pieces there since my last visit. What you see is what you get with Angry Face. He is another artist without whom the Bristol scene simply wouldn’t feel complete.
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