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What brought the kindred spider to that height …

26 Sep

…Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
Ok, it’s a green moth or rather Gypsy Moth and the spider is a man in a costume. So here’s Amy Johnson and Marvel mixed and matched on a wall near Humber Street; make of it what you will.

Much better murals on a Monday are here. (Yes I know it’s Tuesday)

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Some Hull stuff

17 Sep

The Prospect Centre is having some work done on the lift and to protect Joe Public boards have been erected and to hide or brighten up these boards these decorative Hull based adornments have been added. So clockwise from the top right: Amy Johnson seeming to leap from England to Australia; a footballing tiger representing the local football club, Hull City aka the Tigers (though this year I’m told they are playing like pussy cats), a fisherman with what appear to be laughing cod (clearly a Mickey take of the Hessle Road mural), and finally a not very convincing and somewhat puzzled Philip Larking (as the Daily Mail recently called him) with a toothy toad. There’s another panel that I couldn’t photograph (on account of there being a stall in the way) with rugby players on it but I reckon you can have too much of a good thing.
There are more Monday murals here.

"Amazing murals adding colour to Beverley Road …"

11 Sep

So ran the headline in the local supplier of hyperbole aka the Hull Daily Mail a few months back and as it’s Monday I can’t be bothered to argue. This one depicts the courageous struggle of a yellow coffee cup with sword and shield against an army of red ones … like I say it’s Monday just go with the flow. There’s another equally “amazing” mural up the road…. maybe some other time.

There are more Monday murals here.

King Cod

23 Aug

Right, let’s get these monsters out of the way. Hull has recently put up several memorials to trawlermen lost at sea and there’s something of fishing heritage thing developing on Hessle Road. As there’s no money in fishing any more maybe there’s a bob to made out of tourism … So for whatever reason money from the City of Culture paid for these murals on Hessle Road. Local artists worked with the guys from Northern Ireland who did Big Lil to produce what are monumental images. (“Cor ain’t it big” says I, “It’s the size of  houses” says Margot, who notices these things.) Being about fishing there’s a King Cod motif which is clear on the triptych below but you have to peer at the fisherman’s hand to see his tattoo is the self same Cod. I think what they lack in artistic merit they more than make up with imposing size and they are clearly much loved by the folks around here; one of whom was walking along and found his granny was on the wall, must have been a nice surprise.

More murals are planned I suspect this little fellow will reappear.

Mural Monday is here.

Building a legacy

5 May

Here is the eastern end of Jameson Street with the canopy of the now empty BHS store that used to shelter those waiting for buses. Where once there was a steady stream of cars, buses and people, the very arterial blood of any city, there is now yet another bland, pedestrianised desert. 

When a shop stops selling stuff and the doors close and the “for sale” signs spring up (redevelopment opportunity, of course) this is when the cover up operation starts. In swoops the council or whoever and City of Culture posters festoon the empty windows and doors. It all looks so professional, they’ve obviously had a lot of experience in this. So the empty BHS store is no longer a salutary lesson in the failure of modern business but has somehow become a bright blue advertisement for Culture and that is some sort of legacy I suppose.

Now I’ve gone on about this mosaic thing before and how there was a petition to get it some protection from any future wrecker’s ball. Well it seems there yet another petition to get it Grade 2 listed. As you simply cannot have too many petitions I signed that as well; you may like to do so it’s here. The mural now has a Twitter identity (@BhsMuralHull)  and I read recently of a young person who had a tatoo based on the mosaic. Now that is truly a lasting legacy.

The Weekend in Black and White is here.

Nice mural, shame about the building

10 Nov

They say if you stare this mural for long enough (in my case over thirty years on and off) you can see ‘Hull’ spelled out by the masts and rigging of the boats. I wouldn’t worry if you don’t see it.
This is the now empty BHS store and I’ve shown it before in better times. I’m showing it now because there’s a bit of a storm in a teacup brewing over getting the mural some protection from removal or demolition and so on. The powers that be have said that the 1960’s work by Alan Boyson “does not reach the standard for listing compared to other examples”. There’s another mural inside, which I don’t remember ever seeing, and that too was not listed. This decision has not met with universal approval and a petition has been set up to get the Council to do something about it. (You can sign it here should you wish.) It’s not difficult to discern the dark arts being employed here. If this does get listed then that building will be damn difficult to demolish without a lot of expense and I think that building really should come down if only to subtract one ugly thing from the planet. So I signed the petition; to lose the mural would be like losing an old friend, but I’ll sign one to remove the building as well if anyone were to put one up. Go figure.

Stretching things

2 Nov

There’s really nothing new in this picture, the mural you’ve seen before, the bridge and the flood defence ditto; even the pigeon has probably popped up in a few postings. The site behind the mural which was going to be a twenty storey cigarette box or hotel has been sold to an unknown buyer, that is to say unknown to me. This is a panorama shot stitched together then squeezed in sideways and stretched in height just to give a strange view of a really flat scene. You don’t have to like it.

I’m feeling a little wrung out and stretched as well as this household is getting over a wretched weekend of vomiting and diarrhoea caused by some virus, bug or other microbeastie whose vile little existence is either proof of ongoing evolution and adaptation or God’s mysterious and divine plan. Sucks either way.