Friday, June 24, 2011

LONDON: Banksy Tox graffiti


Popular yet unknown street artist Banksy has produced this stencil to generate publicity from the hype surrounding the imprisonment of graffiti writer Tox.

A jury has found Tox, aka Daniel Halpin, guilty of criminal damage. He now faces possible prison time.

In an ironic gesture toward judicial bias and Banksy's public persona, this latest piece comes after the Guardian reported that prosecutor Hugo Lodge told a jury:

"He is no Banksy. He doesn't have the artistic skills, so he has to get his tag up as much as possible."

Glad we cleared that up. Obviously the law permits 'culturally significant' vandalism if it makes a wall on your property worth more than the property itself - or if it raises the profile of small villages like Bristol.

There are stark paradoxes in the way graffiti and street art are simultaneously lauded and loathed. Public and bureaucratic perceptions of these art forms are polarised, but then sometimes not.

Meanwhile, artists like Banksy become wildly popular, and trashy graff writers like Tox are sent to prison.

The difficulty in placing graffiti and street art within the art history canon, the complexity in taxonomising them, means more arrests and more shocks are likely.







Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Darlinghurst street art

 (Darlinghurst Rd, Darlinghurst, Sydney)

I found these images in the deep recesses of Acid Midget's photo database. I'm glad I did, because now I can share them with you like it's a bootleg vinyl and you're a Beatles fan.

These are located at Star Car Wash. Its main wall is filled with stencils and posters. However, I think some of these are now gone. The main poster above is by Jumbo and Zap.


But I'm not certain how many of these works are gone. That's because, when I visit Darlinghurst, I usually visit Una's for jager schnitzel and a quiet red. And I would usually say 'I also score sweet drugs in Darlo', but too many respectable people tell me they read this blog and now 'my audience is everything'.

The Sid Vicious stencil on the left is by Numskull. I'm not sure if he did the horn hat man too.


 This haunted house is by Mini Graff, who has a house fetish.


Vexta did this sleeping man. At first glance you'd can't be sure whether it's a person or not.

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Darlinghurst Car Wash Stencils







Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Anthony Lister in Berlin


Anthony Lister in Berlin from rodgezooi on Vimeo.

In this video Anthony Lister runs around Berlin and tags sh-t and sounds lethargic and does a bad impression of Bob Dylan.

But there's something about him that's so likeable. So what if he can't speak with a convincing American accent even though he's lived in New York for years?

Acid Midget: Hey Tony, I'm feeling a little bromance over you in this video.
Lister: Dude my name isn't Tony.
AM: OK. I like your art works. The ones with all the deformed eyes and noses and Michael Jackson werewolves.
L: Dude how did you get into my house?
AM: Tony, I feel like we understand each other.
L: I don't think so. You really need to leave now.
AM: What's your favourite part of Berlin?
L: The East Berlin Police Department.
AM: Why is that Tony? I thought you liked decrepit houses and skate parks?
L: You'll find out in about 20 mins. Don't go anywhere.
AM: Awww Tony!







Phibs curates Lo-Fi exhibition


Street artist Phibs sent us this flyer for an upcoming group exhibition he has curated.

South of the Border will be held at Lo-Fi Collective at the end of the month. It's basic premise is to wave in Sydney's face that Melbourne is the street art hub of Australia.

And it is. So this exhibition is very promising and Acid Midget, as a personified literary metaphor, is excited about it.

More info at Lo-Fi.







Monday, June 20, 2011

Exploding dog graffiti, Newtown

(Buckland Lane, Newtown, Sydney)

Acid Midget reader bag has sent us another Slug piece he found, this one in Newtown.

It is similar to the one we posted the other week. Seems Slug is finding more squalid, deserted locations for his pieces and spends more time on them.

Do you think he works so fast with such varied imagery that sometimes his subconscious does the work?

Can a writer prepare for a piece like this, or does their mind 'vomit' it out?

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Thursday, June 16, 2011

May Lane street art pt. II


This is part two of Acid Midget's May Lane Street Art Project series.

The piece above is by Stormie Mills, who does dreamy portraits of sad suicidal adults.

Today's music selection is Radiohead's 'Paperbag Writer':

  Paperbag Writer by Jordan Chesney


Yes - this Yoko stencil has the face of Yoko Ono attached to the body of a sparrow or some bird. Next thing you know, there'll be graffiti artists drawing chickens with dickheads and calling themselves Dick Chicken.


Here is a yarnbomb I assume is by Denise Litchfield. It's getting pretty cold in Sydney. Might ask her to knit a scarf around my neck.


I haven't seen many of Ill's cat stencils in the past few months. Maybe it's because there's too many dogs out there.


This devil was part of a large piece sprawled across a wall. I decided to focus on the most 'personified' image because Acid Midget is an art fag blog made with an iPhone.


This keut manga-style mural is best consumed with the following one. Together they create an interesting narrative.


"Ohh Tommy!"? Ah. So there you go. Tom is tapping two grrls simultaneously. Sort of looks like this grrl is lifting her vest off.


I'm not sure what convinced me to publish this stencil.

Maybe it's because it looks so different, so 'unpolished' compared to everything else in May Lane.

The woman poses in a relaxed manner, her expression conveying confidence - d-d-dare I say - like the Mona Lisa.


Can someone explain what these are? Houses? Beasts? New wave indigenous art?


Two cent concrete stencil.


Leave a gold coin donation in the brim hat. Cheers.


May Lane is somewhere artists can cut their teeth. Or maybe grind their teeth on the kerb.


This one is from graffiti writer Pudl.


It's puddle man!


Another manga-style mural. I'm seeing hentai metaphors here and it's a little disconcerting.

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May Lane Street Art (pt. I)








Thursday, June 9, 2011

WAV, Apple vs Microsoft logo bomb


.wav from .wav on Vimeo.
(Via Vandalog)

A few dudes from .WAV (We Are Visual) bolted Microsoft's logo to the facade of a boarded-up Apple store recently.

I don't know how I feel about this. But I will still buy an iPad to access the latest content from news publishers who are trying to stay relevant by mounting 'pay walls'.

Then I'll probably get a new PC loaded with Windows 7 so I can sync shit and read Acid Midget on the train.

Then I might buy an HTC Desire so I can say "Acid Midget is a street art blog made with an HTC Desire" in a wayyy sarcastic tone.







Monday, June 6, 2011

The Acid Midget Manifesto


Acid Midget does not want your manual labour in the form of 'capital'. Acid Midget does not want you to stand naked at a mountain summit 1000m above sea level and howl at the moon. Acid Midget does not want you to download copyright media without a high speed connection. Acid Midget does not want you to purchase ideologies. Acid Midget does not want you to get a Brazilian wax out back of a crack house. Acid Midget does not want you to call John Lennon 'amazing' unless you live with hunger on a weekly basis. Acid Midget does want you to pay buskers in subway tunnels before learning to play the guitar. Acid Midget does not want you to lament any genocide without counting the number of abductions, rapes and murders of Aborigines since Australia's European settlement. Acid Midget does not want you to say "the revolution will not be televised" when you voted for the sitting government. Acid Midget does not want you to accept 'official statements' as words real people actually say. Acid Midget does not want you to say "it could be worse" to forget you're as unhappy as everybody else. Acid Midget does not want you to ignore ideas which can't be monetised. Acid Midget does not want you to expect legal or political institutions to believe you are a beautiful, enlightened person. Acid Midget does not want you to notice people's skin colour. Acid Midget does not want you to say "following rules and laws is the key to happiness". Acid Midget does not want you to believe the summer of 1969 ended.
 
(Chairman Meow: Chippendale stencil wall, Sydney)







Friday, June 3, 2011

CHIPPENDALE: Killer Slug dog mural

(Kensington St, Chippendale, Sydney)

These photos were submitted by bag, an Acid Midget reader who found this incredible Slug piece near a squat hole.

He also said it was destroyed with grey paint :( :( :( :( :( :(


There are three dogs in this piece. They are losing their shit to a soundtrack of maggots and meth.

Slug keeps getting better, doesn't he? He's so good that, apparently, he started working on his own 'mockumentary' called Exit Through the Crab Shop.

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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

SHORT FICTION: 'Wolves' by Galileo


Here is a short story by Sydney writer Galileo. He first showed us his work about a year ago and is here again to share some more. This story presents a noirish protagonist who is haunted by portentous dreams. Enjoy.

We ran with the night. Wild, like a pack of wolves. Free, like a flock of birds. Left, right, we sprinted through the city streets like they were ours alone. At the corner, we stopped. The bag was dropped. Spray cans rattled and hissed. We waited a while to admire our work. In our eyes perfection gleamed, still wet in the light of a streetlamp overhead. A minute passed. Fingertips black and blue, we fled the scene. Not too close by, we talked a while, drank a while. The night had grown old. We finished it off with a bang. Bottoms up.

I woke in a bed. Peeled my eyelids open. Huh. Whereabouts unknown. This didn’t happen often, but when it did, I told myself it’s a story to tell the grandkids. Through a haze I looked at the mess of hair beside me, snoring. Still lost in sleep. It’s probably best I make my exit before I feel obliged to buy breakfast. Asshole. Avoiding the eyes of housemates, mothers, brothers or sisters I dragged my feet through the door onto the street to get my bearings. Through the metronome throbbing of a migraine in my skull I trudged home. Fell into bed. Fell into sleep.

Dreams were dark, as cloudy as memories from the night before. Swimming in black, treading water with something malicious below, threatening me, nipping at my heels. Paddling to the shore, which never got any closer. My universe collapsed and I woke alone in bed. I wonder if everyone has dreams like these.

Looked out the window. Dark again. Rolled out of bed and walked to the shower. Twisted the taps and sat on the floor.

What I’d give to sleep forever.

Get in contact with Galileo here and see more Acid Midget short fiction here.