I think most people know that I’ve been involved in the Weston art ‘scene’, such as it is. Today I really wonder why the fuck I’ve bothered.
This comes as two bits of news came about. First, something I knew already, that the donkey trail thing is a massive flop. There’s no tagging or vandalism as they’d feared. Nope. Weston’s form of vandalism is to smash stuff, steal stuff, destroy stuff. Donkeys have already been maimed before the one that has lived in our house for the past few months even sees the outside world.
Second, something I was waiting for. News that the Council had cleaned up ‘graffiti’ on the Tropicana. After organising a day of some great artists painting the fucker, with the Council’s blessing, they’ve come in this summer and cleaned it. They’d told me they were putting hoarding around it and that their offer to let it be repainted this summer was being rescinded. But there was that little glimmer that behind the fence, there would still be artwork, preserved almost as it was the day it went up last summer. But no. No chance in Weston.
Over the past few days, I’ve gone back and forth over my feelings towards this town and art in general. Now I’m settling firmly in a why fucking bother mode of thinking. Why fucking bother trying to make this town anything other than the cesspool it is? Why fucking bother trying to integrate any sort of arts program into the town?
I feel bad for the people who have been tasked with the Wonders of Weston project. They’ve come in hoping to make a difference and all they’re going to find is a bunch of legless, tailless donkeys, covered in the urine of junkies, and a council that can’t give two fucks about the town, let alone art.
Bitter? Maybe. But fuck it. Why waste time on a place like this? Why try to make it look a bit better. Maybe it’s time to fuck it off and quit trying to do things the right way. Maybe it’s time to just open the floodgates. Maybe it’s time for people to realise that this craphole of a town has a lot of blank walls and very few cops or cameras. Maybe it’s time for people to realise that the cameras there are don’t do a damn thing (one of the maimed donkeys, painted by local children, was placed right under a camera the whole time).
Maybe Weston, and its esteemed councillors who a few months ago were meeting with us to arrange for permanent murals and multiple paint jams at the Helicopter Museum of which they’re trustees and who are now quoted in the paper saying that the whitewash of the ‘graffiti’ is an improvement, needs to find out what graffiti really looks like.