Art Dogs Assult on Martin Creed

Thursday night was one to remember, at least until I lost much of my memory in the later hours. The art was great! A big monstrous sculpture of the illuminated word Mothers spinning around and around gaining momentum then slowing to an almost stop. Monstrous, silly or just really important? Three possible angles you could take - I think take them all.
First encounter made me think "fucking hell! Money is no object Martin" But I also thought this is money well spent. Big powerful Hardcore art!
Mothers is many things and everything to all, Mothers can also be a massive weight spinning around your head most of the time, like my mother.
Grabbing two beers and walking around to the next door there is over forty underwhelming paintings, some framed some are not. They are underwhelming in a good way, like an antidote to the revolving mothers next door. Of course these paintings are Creeds bread, butter and jam but they are also economically brilliant, doing just enough. Many people don't like his paintings but I think they are right and I think Creed knows they're right.
The photographs of dogs are OK, but I don't think they belong in this show - it is just too much. It is unusual for Martin Creed to do just too much, but the show would've been perfect with just the Mothers piece and the paintings.
On to the important bit, when I approached the nice lady behind the desk and asked for a map to the party.
Armed with a map to the party, Vanessa, Harriet and I made our way from Savile Row to Greek Street ,while many art dogs left for a show in camden.

A few people were already outside The Union Club being checked off the guest list so we joined in. We were not on the guest list but I gave my name confidently, as she searched through again and again, Harriet stepped in and said "oh maybe Will put it under his name? Will Harvey" the clipboard babe quickly found this name and in we went.
Wow Brilliant! We hung up our coats and waltzed in amongst the few hundred already there, free bar and free meze's that is what we like! Martin's Band soon came on and we found perfect spots between a bar and the band. We drank up, danced and talked the night away and things get more blurry.
Will Harvey turned up and Vanessa admitted our crime, but all was completely fine he just walked in anyway. Dr Bombastic and his girlfriend also managed to walk in at some point. Harriet was sick, her boyfriend collected her and we trekked for two hours home, including Will Harvey who helped walk my bike while I fell, stumbled and crawled my way home with blurry eyes.
Anyway a big thank you to Hauser and Wirth and Martin Creed, Up the Establishment! Up The Art Dogs!

Last Drop Of Ardbeg

Last night was RAB Burns night when I consumed my last drops of Ardbeg. I brought this beautiful malt on my journey back from holidays Australia, and you may know when you buy a bottle in duty free you usually get a nice litre bottle rather than the stingy 750ml bottle.
I made this bottle last me four months which I hear you say "Liam you never!" But I liked the drink so much I savoured every drop and made it last.
I will just say if you fancy, bring me a bottle anytime.

Bunderburg OP Rum

At 57.5% I have consumed several glasses of Bunderberg OP rum with my wife. Of course we used a mixer which happened to be ice cold Schweppes lemonade. This episode took place whilst watching the first three episodes of Lost, Vanessa fell asleep after episode 2 so i leaned over and finished her glass. Somehow I attempted to watch episode 4 but it was too much, instead I decided to blog.
Looser!

Phoebe Unwin Man Made Bollocks Painting With No Guts

Phoebe Unwin - painter - currently showing at Wilkinson Gallery, London.
Wilkinson prides itself on copious amounts of space. On two levels we have a display of white space which is exhausting, insulting and vulgar - it does not help that the white walls are often covered in crap. Unwin's show "Man Made" is of no exception, the walls are sparsely littered with medium to large canvas's all which are about as engaging as a fart in a phonebox.
I walked around the space in a clockwise direction passing each painting quickly, I even stopped for a moment at a couple of canvas's hoping that I missed something, I didn't.
I climbed up to the upper floor and was greeted by another bunch of miserable paintings, I did much the same as on the ground floor, leaving the space feeling cold.
In situations like this I often have to pick up the press release and see what excuse is given by the gallery for the dross encountered.
reading through the press release at great speed, I found nothing but patronising bollocks. "Unwin references and explores a world we all experience visually, verbally, sensationally blah blah blah bollocks"
The text reads as vague as her paintings, we are given nothing to ponder, nothing to read, nothing to grasp. Unwin is a weak painter who lacks ideas and conviction it is rather like her "abstract? figurative?" works were painted by a snake.
This is yet another infuriating example of a so called artist who gets to paint and earn a living. Art presented by gallerists who know nothing about art and pushed on collectors who know nothing about art, to decorate walls that know nothing about art. Where will paintings like this be in a few years time? On the scrap heap! It is just a shame we might have to wait a few years.

Art Dogs

Art Dogs remain on the fringe of the high art establishment - often sipping free booze and filling our pockets with bottles of Becks, Carlsberg, Kronenberg, Corona, Ashai or Stella before moving on to the next watering hole. It's a hard life, because although the most interesting art in London is being carried out by these Dogs it is overlooked by the Fat Cats because Art Dogs are not taking the game seriously enough.

Why don't you take a look beyond the winkle picker, tweed jacket, battered converse wearing pretentious fakes and see where the real art is being produced? Here on Art Dogs I will be uncovering a movement happening right now.

Yes Art Dogs like a good drink but they also live to create! Art Dogs don't receive parent trust funds, art council funding, lottery funding, sponsorship, bank loans, prize money etc. Where would Art Dogs get the time to create if they were spending their time form filling?

I want galleries to seize operating if they do not agree to show real creatives! On Art Dogs I will be exposing the fakes and revealing the great creatives of London - so watch this space!