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A single purpose
to start a new colony
queen ants leave the nest
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by Scooj
Tag: Insect
Black vine weevil
.
Strolled into my life
kept my interest for a while
then strolled out again
.
by Scooj
Insect bites
.
Beastly legacy
of an Italian trip
helps us remember.
.
by Scooj
Ant day
A few days each year
queen ants emerge from their nests;
gull feeding frenzy.
by Scooj
1376. Dean Lane skate park (113)
I am doing another trawl through my archives and pulling out artworks that I think are worthy of posting, but for one reason or another got left behind. This piece by Drew Copus from 2016 features a naked woman (quite an unusual sight in Bristol street art) covered in his trademark insects.
This is a fine stencil piece which is slightly worn down by skateboard traffic. Right next to the piece, you can see the last three letters of ‘seismic’ which is the work of Jee See, and these two have collaborated in Dean Lane skate park more recently. I am rather fond of this piece – edgy and urban.
Whirligig beetle
Little black beetle
gyrating circular dance
pond life acrobat.
by Scooj
895. The Bearpit (78)
So the most prolific Bristol street artist, Laic217, continues to spread his love all over the city. This one is at the bottom of the steps on the north west side of The Bearpit. The story here is not entirely clear, but the bug spray would appear to be killing the bugs inside the skeleton’s head.
Laic217 is really perfecting these skull characters, and telling loads of stories on the way. There are emergent themes in his work: skulls and death generally; insects; bucket hats and spray cans. Few of his pieces don’t have two or more of these things.
You won’t have to wait long for another Laic217 post – I have several waiting in the wings.
Peacock
Intimidating
deception masks a higher
imperative to
survive juvenility
into metamorphosis.
by Scooj
- Below – the peacock butterfly that inspired my first haiku. This Tanka is about the peacock butterfly caterpillar.
Meditation
.
Snoozing to the buzz
of insects and roar of waves
I, here in the dunes.
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by Scooj
Sweet death
Intoxicated
by your seductive perfume
I’m drawn to my fate.
by Scooj
