This artist is responsible for perhaps the most recognizable street art stunt of the last decade. In a planet-wide war of attrition, the pixilated expansionist aliens from Toshiro Nishikado”s infamous 1978 arcade game Space Invaders stalked the Earth one more, appearing everywhere from on the ‘Hollywood” letters to Jacques Chirac”s lapel. Despite a counter-attack in Los Angeles, where a local ”vigilante” group fought back against the Invaders defiling any they saw, eighty-five percent of the original put-ups remain.Gallic in origin, Space Invader”s work is distinctly in its whimsicality, offering the viewer not only some tasteful Parisian-style vandalism but the opportunity to theorise wildy about what its purpose may be. Is it easier to see the modern world through the values of a simpler and more idealistic age? Are the pieces an aggressive attempt to conquer the artist”s alienation from his surroundings? This is the sort of stuff you find yourself thinking when confronted by French graffiti.
Invader”s new gallery pieces are made up from hundreds of original Rubik”s cubes (we”re not telling you where they”re from, but we have loads out the back). Ranging from interpretations of iconic images (the Mona Lisa, Alex from A Clockwork Orange) to the abstract (representations of fragmented and de-fragmented hard drives), the Rubik”s pieces are as instantly recognizable as Space”s Invaders, and on their way to becoming just as internationally recognized. No little square stickers were peeled off and moved around in the making of these artworks.
Nightmare on Greek St vs the Outsiders (2)
The art crawl began last Thursday with Ben Turnbull’s depiction of the American dream gone wrong; Captain Sensible, Saddam Hussein, Guantanamo babies and George Dubya cryogenically frozen, presumably so he can turn up in the future and cock that up as well…A very grim fairy tale indeed which left down stairs feeling like something between a kindergarten and a torture chamber.
Buoyed by the thought of a terrible future for our kids, the heat and liquor, we stumbled punch drunk to Charing Cross Rd where Laz had hung a new group show.
Once there, bedazzled by original works of gods like Dondi, the throng of urchins, wiseguys and the faithless quaffed beer like it was literally going out of fashion in favour of cocktails, because we all know that unless you’ve had more than 12 drinks, dancing in a gallery does feel weird. So drink the shame away I say……
To all those that came and saw, cheers… until next time, I’m off for a full blood transfusion and a word with myself.
Thanks to Tiger, Acyde and Gwen Guthrie. 90% of me is Rum.