Urban Art Association

Bez is fucking around on the decks, fancy's himself as a bit of a dj..soundcheck just finished. Doors open in an hour.. I can see a copy of Michael Jackson's Billie Jean with some odd little lines on it.. off to investigate.. see you nomarks later ;D ;D ;D

those lines you mention might be popcorn.

hope you have a microwave......

ooooops sorry matey nice to meet ya and your missus .... I ended up watching some well dodgy dance band in the next room into the wee small hours.... defo up there with Found and possibly just possibly close to Elms Neate show as my favourite of the year so far...

Ratt gr8 review mate wish I had 1/10 of your brains

Here is a short video from the show.
Sorry I didn't managed to change the sound, so please reduce the volume.



Here is the web link
uk.youtube.com/watch?v=TBKqOcgYIjE

+1 sb17.....Thanks for the vid.

Blek Le Rat I think

Nice vid, I missed out on the great lighting this lunch time, without it the pieces still looked great, but the lighting plus free beer would have been v nice indeed ;D

you have to jog on a treadmill for 30 mins before they'll do that....

Nice Vid! Thanks for that, not a D'Face fan but love the Queen image!

THE PRINT SHOW NEWSLETTER

*This newsletter is sponsored by global pharmaceutical companies responsible for the research, manufacture and marketing of mostly ineffective cold and flu palliatives

There comes a time in everyone's life, during those long dark nights of the soul, when you sit back, take stock, and ask yourselves deep, searching questions about printing techiques. Things like, could that giclee print really have been done as a screenprint? Or whether a two plate etching with screeprinted elements really is the pinnacle of all printing achievements. Or what about that 120 colour screeprint you overheard two craggy, carny-tanned shamans discussing on the nightbus through Dalston that time you were losing your mind on peyote? Did you really hear that? Could such a fabled thing really happen? Does a parallel dimension that's mostly the same, only with elves and goblins in it, really exist? What about the age old question, is it really wise to go with 410gsm paper as opposed to 300gsm with two varnishes? Just how dangerous would that extra 110gsm be if it fell on you, for example? Would you be able to drag yourself out from underneath it and crawl for help, or would it trap you there, in front of the TV, watching hopelessly, with mounting dispair, as the DVD display counted ineluctably down towards You've Been Framed... And finally, the Big One: is it really necessary to use a La Poupee when inking a zinc plate with a scrim or could you get away with a combination of spit bite and sugar-lift on a soft ground to avoid it? Most of these questions are the last thing we think about at night and the first things we think about in the morning but, until now, the answers have remained exasperatingly out of reach. But all that is about to change. Because for one day, and one day only, we will be unshackling our printers (and replacing those shackles with discreet electronic tags), and driving them (under armed guard) to the gallery where they will stand, blinking with wonderment at your London hair… ready to answer all these questions and more.

And that day, my friends, that day is Saturday 16th February. The opening of our first exhibition dedicated to the art of printmaking. In a show we're calling:

THE PRINT SHOW

But the show won't just give you an opportunity to speak to our stunned and slightly timorous printers, oh no. This is not a school trip. This will be a fight to the death (or maybe queue to the death! or maybe just a queue). For some of the finest new prints in all of Christendom (or maybe just Shoreditch).

New editions from such famed artists as these artists here: D*face, Swoon, Nick Walker, Slinkachu Blek Le Rat, and (if he can find a small window of lucidity) Matt Small.

AND unique trial proofs made over the past year by all the artists above.

AND prints on steel, prints on card, Blek monoprints.

AND new collages by D*Face and Nick Walker

AND other as yet undecided or temporarily forgotten stuff

PLUS!

Against our better judgement and the better judgement of health and safety, the local council and Matt's young son Dante, we will be letting the esteemed urban artist and sot extraordinaire, Mr. Matthew Small, loose on an etching plate right here, live, in the centre of the gallery beside bottles of noxious acid, a few feet away from an industrial fridge full of beer and just seconds from imminent disaster. Matt's aim is work with the BRP printers to produce a fresh new etching in a dramatic race against time and his own sobriety. Will he complete another soulful urban masterpiece or will the whole thing descend into a mess of squiggles, blotches and toxic clouds of acid?

Turn up and find out.

And now a bit of background on the new Swoon etching, and Mike Snelle

Way back in the October of last year, back when we were starting here, back when we were installing the Heap show, Swoon spent a week in the country at the secret underground lair of our printers. Working like some kind of very focussed and not particuarly dervishy dervish, she produced a number of editions. One of these editions became a thing of rare beauty, a fragile, ghostly edition, like a forgotten transcript on parchment, lost in the seas of time. We marvelled at them, our souls somehow leavened by their very existence. And then, Mike lost them. We're not kidding. He lost them. And not in the seas of time either. Returning from Swoon's Paris show, he basically left them behind on the Eurostar. He remembered his bag, his tepid half-finished cup of coffee, but left the entire edition behind on the overhead luggage rack. And they were never returned and never showed up in Lost and Found, either. So instead the entire edition, did we mention it was the ENTIRE edition? had to be redone. Only this time, and we're still not sure how this happened... they came back even better. Okay, we do know how this happened: Swoon took pity on Mike, why we don't know, but she did, and she lovingly hand-worked every single one of them. So that now each one of these 20 hand-painted etchings are completely unique and only available at the show. It also means Mike no longer has to fire himself. Out of a canon. At parliament. Wearing only a hollowed-out cantaloupe for protection.

Details

More details will be posted closer to the time, to receive an invite to the show please make sure you're signed up to our newsletter mailing list, by following the link on the bottom of our website. Although, thinking about it, if you're not signed to our newsletter mailing list you're probably not reading this advice now.

See you in a couple of weeks,

BRP

Oh, wait, one more thing.

Last night, our diligent, esteemed and apparently 'Titian-haired' colleague, Sarah Morgan, was out having a quiet dinner with her boyfriend. Things were going well. The food was good, the wine was good, and they were safe in the knowledge that they'd set Sky Plus to record Derren Brown. But then, as they were gazing into each other's eyes and toasting a successful day first day in Chris's dauntingly good new job, the romantic mood was broken suddenly when someone appeared out of nowhere and asked Sarah if she could reserve him a new Nick Walker print. We are not shitting you, Dear Readers, this happened. Last night. Now we pride ourselves on being a friendly approachable crew, and we're not saying this slightly unusual approach isn't worth trying. We're just saying that, you know, if you do see us out dining with our loved ones, maybe send a bottle of champagne over first. Bribery doesn't have to be a dirty word.

I'll miss this by a few days, I'm gutted.

I can't wait to see Mr M. Small in action, looking at the fear well up in the eyes of the BRP print crew.

Yep, I'll not be on the front row for that. ;D

I'm in London on the Sunday, but not the Saturday. Gutted