CULTIVATE VYNER STREET – GALLERY NEWSLETTER No19 September 2012… So we’ve been on our Vyner Street corner for one whole non-stop year or art and what we’d like to think have been 37 rather vibrant shows, exhibitions, events and such. We opened our Greatest Hits retrospective celebration show last Thursday, big thanks to all who…
CULTIVATE, VYNER STREET: PRESS RELEASE. AUGUST 2012 CULTIVATE’S GREATEST HITS vol. 1: A ONE YEAR RETROSPECTIVE CELEBRATION… A group show at Cultivate Vyner Street… August 30th – September 11th First Thursday, September 2012, marks one year of Cultivate in Vyner Street. We celebrate our one year in the space (and a year of doing things…
“Forty Eight?” “Forty Eight what?” “Forty Eight, want forty eight” said the guy who just rode his bike in to the gallery, “Forty eight” Sunday morning down the street, hot sticky Sunday morning in hot sticky London, the loud ranting priest in the converted old post office that serves as an African Church at the…
Tales From The Street? No Organgrinding Here? What’s in a title anyway? Run out of milk again, and the man was knocking on the door earlier, not the milkman, the snapping reptile faced man wanting his bag of blood. It wasn’t that bad after all was it? All that Organgrinding I mean. The non-stop grinding…
“Have you done anything with that big black one yet?” Actually, “Have you done anything with that big black one yet?” is a line of questioning from the next installment of these rather fracture thoughts from. Words from the corner of the street, multiple streams of random thoughts all flowing at once, that line is something…
Half wrote most of this second Tales From The Street entry a good few weeks ago now, street has been too busy to get around to finishing it and putting it up, what with all the shows and the opening nights and everything else that’s been going on down a busy as usual Vyner Street…
Vyner Street is far from perfect, god knows the East End art scene can be infuriating multi-headed beast at times, and as I’ve said before, rather then just do the usual artist thing of sneering, bitching and moaning about it down the pub, we decided to wade straight in and probe from the inside, really…
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