Roa

Howdy folks,
                   I've been a way for a while. The cat and the bird have been busy with various projects, that I'm sure I'll update you about when the time is right. And, as I've had such a busy year reclining on the chaise longue, drinking brandy, I also had a little summer holiday. Now I'm back, refreshed and ready to go. So, I thought I'd break my silence with a celebration of, quite possibly, my favourite street artist - Roa.
  I first encountered Roa's work when I went to an art suppliers in East London, and my love was instantaneous. We made a special effort to go back so I could photograph the amazing murals on walls around there, (which I featured in another blog post, which can be found HERE). At the time I had no idea who Roa was. I still have no idea who Roa is, but I know that his work is so recognisable as being his. I've since discovered more of that work and I'd like to share some of it with you. (All the pictures are clickable so you can see a larger version.)

Zaragoza

Finsbury Park

Chicago

Guanajuato, Mexico

 

Los Angeles

Turin

I love that he paints on walls all across the world so you never know when or where you might see one.

You can see loads more of Roa's work HERE and HERE

Hopefully you'll be lucky enough to see some for yourself on a wall near you!

That's all for now,

Frank
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My weekend

Howdy folks!

   Frank here! It maybe a rainy Monday today, but this weekend has been somewhat momentous, at least it has for me. Why so? Well, the cat and the bird decided to relieve me from my studio duties so that I might have a trial weekend living with them in their abode. You know, a little like how a foster child is introduced to a new home. Belle and Claude came too, and such we fun we've had. On Saturday I sat next to the pool, (which if I'm honest could do with a bit of clean), sipping champagne out of a plastic flute, whilst getting some sun on my bones. It was rather perfect to be able to sit there and just let it all hang out.  

Naturism in Nunhead

   
    I don't believe I've ever heard Belle Bird caw and chirp quite as much as she did this weekend. The breeze through her feathers seemed to be a wondrous thing for her confidence. Alas, with her dodgy wings, she couldn't quite reach the dizzy heights of the chimney stacks on the roof above, but she was content with perching on the chiminea. She seemed truly delighted to be out in the sun, especially as, for once, she wasn't the target of Claude Cat's 'affection'.

  As is usual with Claude, it's difficult to tell if he's had a good weekend. One thing I do know is that he spent quality time chasing psychedelic toads in the garden's undergrowth. He was also rather miffed when Glinda, the good witch of the south, appeared in her bubble to thwart his attempts at catching the exotic prey he'd been stalking most of the afternoon. 

We're definitely not in Kansas now

   If Saturday wasn't exciting enough, on Sunday the cat and the bird took me out in the car. It's amazing how many people suddenly have the nerve to speak or gesture when they see me sitting in the back seat. One motorcyclist insisted that the cat and the bird need to feed me more often. If that particular chap is reading this...I'm well fed, I just have an unusual metabolism. 
   Anyway, we went to East London, which is one of my favourite old haunts. As I have a life long interest in art, I really wanted to show the cat and the bird some of my favourite street art in that area...

Dave, the harey biker

Compare the meerrat.com

Claude would have no chance...

Now, as we three recover from the excitement of the weekend,  the preparations for the studio's arrival continue. I will, of course, keep you all updated with news from the dirt patch. In the meantime, have yourselves a great week.

My regards to you all,

Frank

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