On a stretch of the M40 before it hits the M25 is a fence upon which was the message that you see below. After years of daily grinding along the same dry route towards a vapid office, a commuter finally snapped at some point during the 90s. During this inspired corporate meltdown, the sorry worker-droid daubed 'Why do I do this everyday' across this stretch of fence - this was later repainted:
In the Scolt's Head pub I recently came across a similar sentiment, albeit one stuck in a totally different rut (and perhaps with a touch less conviction). It was scrawled onto the back of a bathroom door and served as an instant reminder to the work that I remember seeing a few times in the '90s.
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Why do I still do this everyday?
(Artist Unknown, mid '90s - Mixed Media)
In the Scolt's Head pub I recently came across a similar sentiment, albeit one stuck in a totally different rut (and perhaps with a touch less conviction). It was scrawled onto the back of a bathroom door and served as an instant reminder to the work that I remember seeing a few times in the '90s.
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"It's too easy to get stuck doing this every weekend. Every fucking weekend"
(Artist Unknown, Black Sharpie on pub door, Feb 2013)
There is a certain tragedy that goes hand in hand with these acts; they are as much a cry for help as they are pieces of graffiti. If either of these two trapped-expressionists are readers of PowerDome, good news. Get in touch, I think I've got a few ideas about how to shake things up.
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