Niether wee nor red but discovered at The Wee Red Bar , ECA.
We know we know we know. It has just been far too long since the last post. But Cocks and Baws don't grow on trees you know. We rely on the serendipity of keen artists and keen cock'n'baw photojournalists being at the same place but at different times. These rules were handed to us by a flaming bush at Mount Sinai or Ben Nevis. Being at those dizzy heights really does affect your memory.
It has been a while since one of the co-founders of this here blog has come across an image for himself. We have just been looking in all the wrong places. On a night out, enjoying some fine music by some of Edinburgh's and the Universes hottest talent at the hub of creativity, Edinburgh's College of Art, I came across the following image. Between acts I had to answer natures call, so off I popped. While in the cubicle I felt an imaginary tap on my shoulder, I glanced right and hey ho there it was. I quickly finished my business and called in the help of some Cock'n'ball ground troops as I don't have one of those phone with a camera gadget on it and I also wanted to see the excitement on their faces.
Those kids at the art college are such a talented lot, making this and that out of this and that, and hoping to keep us guessing as to what the f**k they are trying say with their pieces. A load load of cock and balls? Maybe, maybe not. But in the end they just can't help going back to basics; a pen, a toilet wall, and their filthy imaginations.
So here it is. This is gonna make you Purr man.
