Sometimes fate plays a part in our lives. Yesterday morning I gave my son a lift to friend’s house quite early because they were heading off for a day’s fishing. On the way back I stopped off at a few street art spots, the first of which was here underneath the M32. I just so happened to turn up as Ryder was finnishing off some rather lovely of graffiti writing.
I stopped for a while but tried not to break his rhythm because he had to be at work for 10am and needed to finish the piece off quickly. He said that he was really pleased with this piece, it had just worked out really nicely for him and that is good to hear because in my experience street artists are unerringly self-critical. It is a bit of a stunner, and the amazing thing is he created this in a little over an hour!.
As he was packing up he asked if I was heading off to the Cheltenham Paint Festival, which got me thinking. I hadn’t been planning on it, our weekends are a bit precious at the moment, but now I am giving quite a lot of thought to going tomorrow (which is partly why I am writing this post yesterday, almost immediately after coming home from taking these pictures, as I might not have time today (written yesterday as if tomorrow was today)).
Finally, I am rather chuffed with the Scooj shout out. Little things matter, and that made me feel very happy.
I’ve finally set myself up with some boards in the garden and paint. This is going to be a very long and difficult journey. It is so difficult, and my admiration for the artists I write about has gone stratospheric. I thought I’d start with the alphabet, and see if repetition and practice get me anywhere. If, by the time I get to Z I have made no improvement, then I’ll hang up my boots, and accept that I am just not cut out for this. But if I don’t try, I’ll never know.
Ordinarily I’d be a little irritated by the overpainting of a Kid Crayon piece, especially after such a short existence, but in this instance I am more than prepared to forgive Fiva. In fairness, I think the collaboration had already been bombed and so the wall was ready for a new look.
This is a vibrant pink FIVA set on a green bubbly background, which employs all the tricks used by the artist to give a 3D look and feel to the piece. Better still, and I am so utterly made up by this, Fiva has given me my first ever ‘shout out’ in the bottom left hand corner ‘Yo Scooj’. I am touched and honoured to have made it onto such a splendid piece.
I have never met Fiva, so I must conclude that he has at some point stumbled on this blog and read some of my posts about him. Definitely, definitely need to hook up at some point, although I don’t think he uses Instagram, so getting in touch could be a challenge. Great work, and many thanks.
At last I got my hands dirty today, or at least I didn’t because I had to wear horrible rubber gloves. Ths is my very first time holding a spraycn after being given some basic instruction by the lovely Loch Ness. It did not turn out quite how I wanted, but it has left me with an unquenchable thirst for more. Finding the time, the wall and affording the paint are going to be my next challanges. I have lots of ideas in my head, and everyone says it is all about practice. A red letter day.