I went on another street art tour around Shoreditch. This is a review and I thoroughly recommend it if you are free one afternoon in London.
It is a fascinating thing to do, often confusing as you come across a wall or door absolutely in covered in stickers and linocuts, stencils and screenprints, 3-D faces and titled patterns.
It’s uncurated, unconventionally and utterly compelling.
Some is commissioned, some permittted and some illegal.
It’s also international. I’ve raved about London for years as a multicultural hodge-podge and I genuinely think there are few if any with the international variety that co exists in London.
That is equally true of bastard bankers, flighty fashionistas as well as avant-garde artists.
I enjoy the politics and the humour. I love some of the scale and the surrealism.
But overall I just adore the fact that it’s here one minute and gone the next, always being capped (or painted over).
My tour took me from Brushfield street next to Spitalfields, across Commercial street to Brick Lane,
North along Brick Lane until the Truman brewery and then a meandering north and west until we reached Shoreditch station
and onto Shoreditch high street.
If you go stick your nose into the alleys and courtyards.
Look up and look down;
look small and step back for the big.
There’s just so much. One special piece is the cycle of futility; if you download an app this picture
Plays as an animation, just by holding you phone up towards the piece. Amazing. View it here
Personal favourites were:
Chet and his subversion of the street signs
Jonesy and his brass fittings that held an environmental message – he uses the motif of an Egyptian mythological creature Uroboros eating its own tail to represent how we waste our planet’s resources – this is an article about him
And Gregos and his faces