Today’s sphere is somewhat discombobulated. It thought it was meant to be studying basic human interactions but has managed to do so at an illegal rave in the Essex countryside. There’s laser lights, strobes, sweaty ravers, day glo clothing and loud pumping psychedelic trance coming from a nearby speaker pyramid. People seem to be happy but there are many confusing interactions. How is Grey sphere 004 meant to process this? Perhaps it’s best if it heads outside for a quick sit down to get its head together…
It’s on A2 paper and has been made using the magic of spraypaint, stencils and a misspent youth. Drop us a line if interested.
Ever since he heard ‘”Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode, He’s Ebeneezer Goode” by The Shaman in 1992 this guy has been permanently on the party train. That’s 24 years of hard graft he’s put in. If you look closely at his face you can see that he’s probably a little older than he appeared at first glance and that despite his slightly glum expression the smiley culture runs deep within his soul. Nowadays he hangs out at rave revival nights listening to Slipmatt and Micky Finn pulling out all the old classics. There’s nothing he wouldn’t give to go back, for just one night, to the utopia that was Fantazia at Castle Donington. Hardcore will never die.
“If your name’s not down you’re not coming in” he said. Just to reiterate he stared me square in the eyes with his trademarked tough guy look and said “Not tonight, you’re not on the list” a little more firmly. It was time to move on.
This is an example of what happens when we have free time but limited art tools. Those with keen eye will know I’ve stolen those words from Kick like a mule’s seminal 1992 hit ‘The Bouncer’. If you don’t know, now you know…
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