Another kind of “Street Art” hits the streets of London every day….but no one talks about it. This aggressive portrayal of emotion and mental state has the ability to shock, or disgust, even the most educated art critic. No matter what the time or place, encountering a piece of this kind of art will definitely evoke some kind of emotion. What is most impressive about this craft is that it has no prerequisites, thus, it leaves the door open for anyone to join. Even if you haven’t personally been a part of the movement, there is no doubt that you have seen these masterpieces all over the city. This form of “art” is so pure and unpretentious that we could even take a step back and say that it’s art that “comes from within”.
Most of the time the stunning creations are unplanned and unwanted. With no boundaries or laws, anyone is free to express themselves, however, whenever and wherever they want. Sidewalks are the most popular sites for such work, but others, the “free-er” minds, choose much more exotic locations. You may come across the stuff splattered across a shop window, or realize that the empty seat you are sitting next to on the bus is drenched with a perfectly shaped, smelly and sticky substance…whatever the case, look on the bright side and try to understand the meaning of it all.
The beauty of this art form is the process, which is no simple task. It involves a meticulous disruption of the body’s balance by ingesting substances that should be controlled with a certain amount of intake. The body’s saturation level for these substances needs to be surpassed to achieve the desired imbalance. Often, younger generations are best, and fastest at reaching the toxic state of inebriation. This allows them to be in a “fully-loaded” state which will successfully result in them “tagging” their surroundings with complete disregard or acknowledgement.
Dazed and confused women are notorious proprietors of this ancient art form. They often find themselves creating patterns in the fluid as they wade barefoot, trying to get the last remains and pieces out of their hair. As soon as they fall to the ground in disarray, strange men appear, offering more drinks and promises of incredible sexual gratification to end the night. Pairs and groups are successfully formed, while slurred speech and weightless “beer goggles” guide them through the night…
I have to admit that London has the most human “deposits” I have ever seen in any city in the world. I think it’s all a matter of getting used to, and learning to see another side of the whole situation. It used to disgust or even aggravate me, but now I have deemed it art…and I’m sticking to it. Next time you’re on a night out, stop and look around to try and see if you can find a fresh batch, or the outlining remains of an old piece which has eroded with time.
For a touch of class and poise, please watch this YouTube video
Some of the pictures used were taken by me, and some I found online. They are all in London.