The Sonning Guerilla Artist is back

[venta]

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.

(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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[panzerpenguin.livejournal.com]

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.