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venta ([personal profile] venta) wrote2004-11-08 10:45 am

The Sonning Guerilla Artist is back

Some time ago, I commented on the arrival of a strange installation on the roundabout in Sonning. It was a full-sized house door, in a frame, complete with milk on the doorstep and newspaper through the letterbox. It didn't stay there long.

This morning, the roundabout had grown a profusion of concrete gravestones. One headstone read "THE DINNER ON THE ROUNDABOUT", a Victorian grave surround marked the memory of "THE DOOR ON THE RIVER". There were a couple of others I couldn't read (I was trying to drive round the roundabout), and I'm not 100% sure about the ones I did see.

If there had been a grave to 'the door on the roundabout' I might have thought it was a series of memorials to the artist's various projects which had been destroyed. As it is, I have no clue. I hope they're there long enough for me to have time to photograph them - annoyingly, I took the camera out of my bag this morning before I left for work.

([livejournal.com profile] zandev, did you notice them on the way in ? Can you offer any explanation ?)

Anyway, someone is doing strange and cool things. Hurrah for them. Once again, my Designated Hero of the Week is an unknown artist.
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[identity profile] strange-complex.livejournal.com 2004-11-08 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
There were a couple of others I couldn't read (I was trying to drive round the roundabout)

Given this very aspect of the project, I hope it doesn't all end in a terrible irony... :(

[identity profile] zandev.livejournal.com 2004-11-08 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
This reminds me of one of my favourite bits of odd art.

In London there is a roundabout with a huge tree-like sculpture made out of traffic lights.

This is great, though it is a bit confusing when driving if you come across it without warning as you might think that the traffic lights actually control the traffic.

[identity profile] venta.livejournal.com 2004-11-08 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
That sounds wonderful (from an artistic point of view - it sounds bloody stupid from a practical point of view :)

D'you know whereabouts it is ?

(I'm now having dim recollections that someone (maybe [livejournal.com profile] broadmeadow has shown me a photo of it before.))

[identity profile] zandev.livejournal.com 2004-11-08 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, see the link below. It's in Canary Wharf. I saw it at least 6 years ago, so it's been around for a while.

[identity profile] broadmeadow.livejournal.com 2004-11-08 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
Not I, but addentry. It was submitted for your photo contest:

http://www.holophrase.net/php-cgi/gallery/album36/tree
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[identity profile] strange-complex.livejournal.com 2004-11-08 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Whoa! That is confusing. All that red and amber doesn't say much for the quality of life in the 24-hour city which the page you linked claims that it represents, though...

[identity profile] venta.livejournal.com 2004-11-08 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
All that red and amber doesn't say much for the quality of life in the 24-hour city

Yeah, I was wondering about that :)

[identity profile] zandev.livejournal.com 2004-11-08 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Didn't notice them I'm afraid. I will be keeping a watch on that roundabout in the future. :)

[identity profile] panzerpenguin.livejournal.com 2004-11-08 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
There's a mysterious creative cabal in my parents' current home town of Birchington (near Margate, but sufficiently far away to be free of the gilled, bulging-eyed Lovecraftian chavs that infest that depressing municipality) who create similarly bizarre and transitory works of art on April Fool's Day each year, to the delight of the usually desperately dull local paper.

One year they turned a bunch of traffic cones into penguins, which invaded the town centre en masse in the middle of the night. I was living at least seventy miles away at the time, and disclaim any involvement.

[identity profile] bloodnok.livejournal.com 2004-11-08 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
My goodness: rebellion in Sonning. Perhaps Uri has discovered an artistic streak?