An unexpected
visitor literally
descending tonight.
by Scooj
584. Richmond Road (3)
I was actually looking for something else when I found this goat stencil by Stewy. I have known about it for sometime, but had no idea where it was. Finding it was the reward for my curiosity in seeking out some graffiti nearby.
Stewy has produced some wonderful stencils around the city, including this Robert Wyatt piece posted last year. Animals and well known people are the areas Stewy specialises in and his stencils are distinctive in that they are nearly all two tone.
When I first photographed the goat, the sun played havoc, with half the goat in sun and half in shade. I tried making a shadow with my body, but it looked, frankly, a bit crap, so these pictures are a second attempt ion a flat-light day, and not great pictures either.
583. M32 Spot (2)
Following on directly from the previous post, here is another wonderful piece from the concrete sprawl under the M32. This is by 3Dom from back in September 2016, and you might get a flavour of what he thinks of it from a hashtag he used on his Instagram feed: #skullsareprettyboringafterawhile.
582. M32 Spot (1)
Tucked under the M32 is a well known Bristol wet-weather skate spot which has developed through great DIY work to create ramps, rails, steps etc. A busy place in the Winter. The area lends itself really well to graffiti artists as there is rather a lot of concrete in the form of walls and pillars. This is the first of many posts I will be writing about art in this area.
Summer holiday
I remember the day you died
we had been playing all of us
in the garden around the house.
We squeezed in the car for a trip
oh! happy day with my cousins
I remember the day you died
I looked forward to the summers
spending time with your family
you were all like siblings to me
at least, during the holidays
I remember the day you died
we had a tumble, you and I
and our heads banged hard leaving bumps
your head small, you were only two
you shed tears and after we laughed
I remember the day you died
I left you then to stay over
with our grandparents for a while
and that was it
I wouldn’t see you again
That was the day you died
drowned alone in the swimming pool.
The call came through to my grandma
I’d never seen them cry before.
Then the sadness that never left.
I still had the bump on my head
something from you so tangible
I wanted to keep it always
but it went as I knew it would.
Many years have passed little cuz.
I can’t forget the day you died.
by Scooj
For E.K.
Drift
Once, I knew you well.
Thick as thieves, friends forever.
Old now. Friends no more.
by Scooj
581. Wilder Street (11)
Occasionally, when looking for street art on my wanderings, I am confronted by a piece that is unsigned and looks nothing like anything I have seen before. This is one of those. It is an unusual and rather compelling portrait beautifully sprayed, but it is tucked away on a small hoarding and largely out of view, except to those who seek out these places.
I wonder if it is an artist having a bit of a practice at the street scene, or maybe a visitor to Bristol who is uncertain of the rules governing walls. Either way it is a refreshing piece, and I am content to not know who painted it. Maybe I’ll find out in the fullness of time.
580. M32 roundabout J3 (31)
This work by Soker goes back to the lovely late summer days of September 2016. The colours are suitably striking, and the writing typical of Soker’s style
I’m not sure why it has taken me so long to post this piece, because I rather like it, and in an archive of pictures it leaps out at you. It is here now though and that should be enough.
Spotify joy
.
An algorithm
that knows your favourite tracks;
a restorative.
by Scooj
Brave face
It is difficult
to hide the feelings I have
when it all goes wrong.
.
by Scooj.
• On failing to secure a job I recently was interviewed for.
Natural adventures 