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One, two, three, four, five
long-tailed tits perch in the birch
five, four, three, two, one
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by Scooj
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One, two, three, four, five
long-tailed tits perch in the birch
five, four, three, two, one
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by Scooj
Back in October 2019 I remember seeing this piece from Panskaribas and being rather pleased about it, because it was the first I had seen for several months while the artist had been out of Bristol.

It is a rather weird and wonderful piece which has taken me rather a long time to work out. I think it is a pair of trainers joined together by a single trousered leg… peculiar, yes, but oh so very Panskaribas. I think that since then he has painted a few more pieces about the place, but I have been very neglectful and I’m not sure I have posted any of them. I must rectify that.
Decay rarely disappoints, and this rather modest chrome piece at the M32 roundabout is a very nicely worked DECAY without too much fuss and frills. Sometimes it is really good to see a ‘basic model’ that reminds us of how good some to the technical decoration adopted actually is.

Of course, the piece has superb 3D shading, beautiful white highlights around the curves and some nice drips too. Chuck , the E character, looks a little bit grumpy to me in this piece, and I have seen him happier. A nice sold piece from Decay.
Your time came too soon
somehow it doesn’t seem fair
I will remember
by Scooj
On the long wall at Dean Lane back in September of last year was this rather unusual piece by Logoe. It seems that at the back end of last year, Logoe was quite productive and painted a few pieces like this with his central writing overwritten with smaller messages, The whiole thing looks like it has been tagged, but it is in fact all his own work.

I’m not quite sure what all the smaller script says but I thik it goes like this:
‘Baby we living in the moment, been a menace for the longest, but I ain’t finnished I’m devoted, and you know it and you know it.’
Possibly the lyrics from a song or a message to a loved one, I just don’t know. Just Googled it. The lyrics are from a song by Kanye West called Black Skinhead. So there we have it. Enjoy.
Combining my love of doors with street art this post is of a really old The Krah piece somewhere in Montpelier, I forget exactly where. I think that he visited Bristol a few years ago, and on his trip dropped a few of these small pieces about the place. In truth I can’t be sure about this, but I have found three of them (two during lock down).

The stencil is sinister… a young woman toting a maching gun and grenade, not what one might expect and from a distance the weapons can’t really be seen. Something different from the old archive.
My rather full day
has somewhat predicated against
writing a haiku
by Scooj
This is an older TES from Slim Pickings (TES) painted back in July 2018, before I had properly registered how many different versions of his ‘super-tag’ he had produced. I post his pieces rather sparingly, because to some they might seem a bit repetitive, but for others the joy is in scrutinising the subtle differences between the designs of each one and the use of different colours and fill patterns.

One thing that remains consistent with Slim Pickings is that his work is always immaculately presented. The lines are always clean and the fills solid without thin bits that you see on a lot of throw ups for example. The red and green work well and the yellow outline sets the piece off nicely.
Yes, I’m still working through my archives, unearthing some of the nice pieces that got left behind, which is inevitable when I can only post two new works a day. This is a rather nice column piece from Daz Cat back in July 2018.

Yesterday’s second post was by Kool Hand, and given that these two like to paint together, this might have been sprayed during the same session. Daz Kat usually, but not always, paints cat faces each of which has its own character and colours. The text reads ‘scum triumphant’ – I’m not too sure what it means but it is a good graffiti message. I like the work of Daz Cat, it has a gritty and slightly edgy feel to it, which is what this is all about.
Wonder of wonders
miracle of miracles
musical plundered
by Scooj