goes via William Eggleston,
and past Elaine Constantine 
into a fluctuating no-man's land of contemporary artists names I immediately forget. My collection of expensive hardback books are gathering dust, their intellectual bubble burst by the low brow snap shots of the unschooled; free to be trawled on the internet.Take Stuka Brown of Arsehole Customs, this self portrait is IT.
Taken in his Craigavon back garden with his 1200 Bandit street fighter. I can't fault it, and his name is easy enough to remember. BP
Life's a ---- and then you die. maybe I should have include the word instead of dashes after a stunning set of pictures, hard and gutsy all of them
ReplyDeletestuka, top bloke, must have been an accident though, all his other photo's are shit! respect due mate, love ya!
ReplyDeleteMoloko! That brings back some sweet memories. The time IS now.
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Laughing my hole off..!!! Love it all..ya got me down to a tee Ben...a low-brow unschooled arsehole..you could have written my last school report card..IS that you Mr Thompson...???
ReplyDeleteTim...luv ya dude...i'm still pissing meself..!!
Nice. I think anyone who can call themselves an arsehole is probably a lovable one. I mean not literally, or... trying not to be an arsehole. I have worked in galleries with Ansel Adams exhibitions on the wall, and have long loved xeroxed fanzines from the punk days. Nice spectrum.
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