Thursday, 24 November 2011


The most exciting contemporary art show which I have ever seen was by the artist Stephen Wright and held at the Last Tuesday Society in Hackney, London in 2010. This venue, is in itself one of the most extraordinary places in the city, with a bizarre and extensive collection of neglected objects for sale- most of them in some way occult or obscene, including shrunken human heads, animals pickled in glass jars, instruments of torture and the erect penis of a hanged man from the 18th century (unless that's been sold by now). There are more or less continuous contemporary art shows on display there, as well as many different kinds of talks and workshops.


Entering the shop that evening was perhaps the most intense bodily experience I have ever had in direct relation to any artwork of any medium. Having been invited to the show without having any idea of quite what the art might consist of, I walked through the door (my first trip to the shop even!) to encounter such a dizzying, seemingly endless array of colours and forms, that my mind unspooled, fragmented, dissolved. I was both frightened and grateful.


This work is traditionally known as Outsider Art, a phenomenon which fascinates me, which I feel a profound affinity with. I really don't care about the orthodoxies of any artistic establishment, am far more concerned with creation undertaken purely for impassioned purposes, that is not overly worried about impressing anyone, that emblazons itself jubilantly on its sleeves, rather than languishing in the comfortable obscurity of textbook theories, of official accolades.

Since 1999 Mr. Wright has been transforming his own house, in Dulwich, into a living artwork. These photographs are all of this abode. He is apparently open to members of the public arranging visits, but I have yet to do this myself.

His work, with its myriad of forms, of dolls, bottle caps, seashells, garlands, its long looping handpainted texts of autobiography, is very natural & warm & human, with a delightfully pitched sense of the ridiculous, expressing essentially universal desires for play, for colour, for joy. I find it immensely inspiring and defiant.

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