Bristol Art Story

Stokes Croft

One of the many reasons I decided to escape England back in t'day was its drabness. Its dull weather, its dark-hearted people, its overall blah...mostly it was from having lived there for too long, and now, time and distance have made me an occasional nostalgic for the place. Or maybe I'm just getting old...

Eitherways, Bristol, located in the south-east of England, was the one place I could see myself spending a few serious earth years. My first trip there took me to the neighbourhood of Montpellier, a place where hippies go to retire and/or move on, to visit an old Uni friend who himself was working hard to gain his 'peace & lovin'' merit badges and had been for a while...I often think the call to move there must be a psychic one, transmitted through raves and Dance Camps in Wales.

Teasing aside I'm obviously a bit of a hippy myself, visiting home last summer I made it a certain point of call in order to revel in some gorgeous colour-splash street art/graffiti (whateveryouwannacallit), walk by the docks, eat fair trade chocolates and drink regional ciders both on a boat and from the Bristol Cider Shop.

Graffiti/Street Art has it place...but I'm all for having more of it in the right areas and done well (fuck tagging), like Bristol it would be cool if some cities in my current home of South Korea would allow more spaces for some of it's amazing artists to brighten the inner city as they have in parts at the Hongdae Playground and at Bangcheon Market in Daegu.

Soundtrack:

Henry Louis - Rudderbub

Aformentioned hippy, one of the best music makers I know...