Sprayed or daubed or scrawled, it’s in your face. But who is it for – the author or the viewer? And if it’s for the viewer, is it for every passerby or just the initiated? It’s there for all to see but is it for all to understand. It lingers until the paint fades butContinue reading “The writing’s on the wall”
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An oak leaf… descends… on a silver thread.
The curated beach huts of the English seaside – Felixstowe for the Continent, Frinton for the incontinent – are iconic. They hark back to childhoods perhaps more imagined than real. We see them as timeless, Everyman’s refuge, although their kitsch decor changes with the generations and their purchase prices now exceed the pocket of most.Continue reading “Alternative Icon”