So where were we? On our corner for one more week, Cultivate, Vyner Street, been quite a n affair, it was only going to be a six month fling, nothing serious…. Well no, extremely serious, art is a serious matter, running a gallery is not to be taken lightly, this has always been a serious…
Well First Thursday week and everything that First Thursday brings, is upon us once more. And as we’ve said before, do like the buzz that flows up and down the street as everyone gets ready – new shows installed, art (and alcohol) being delivered, frantic hangs and excited artists (if you can’t get excited…
Well I guess you missed yesterday’s blog about Cultivate’s time down Vyner Street drawing to an end, here’s what’s happening… Unless there’s a combination of some drastic fundraising married to some kind of positive indication that you artists actually want vibrant artist-run alternatives to the (often never open) gallery establishments and art-fairs that (rather outrageously)…
“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…
