been to the McKee Exhibition, The Joy of Sheff, at The Blue Shed. Pete Mckee is a bit of a legend ’round Sheffield and this, was his last exhibition about Sheffield. It was a one-day only event and I dragged Chris there with his hangover. It was definitely worth it though, we spotted the landlord (Tom from Fagans) of one of our favourite pubs in Pete’s short film, and bought a couple of limited edition prints, which may or may not feature in our wedding!
saw Matthew Bourne’s Sleeping Beauty at the Lyceum. I was a complete ballet n00b so had been anticipating this theatre trip with some trepidation but what can I say, I’m a convert. I was really swept up with the story, the music and the dancing. And in awe of the dancers; what poise and grace; unfortunately something I’ll never emulate!
saw The History Boys at The Crucible. Now, I knew that I’d love this. But this production does have a few tricks up its sleeve. I love The Crucible and am quite a regular theatre-goer but I always love seeing how the different directors use the space that the stage offers and this was no exception
So, quite a busy, cultural week and this weekend was spent not doing much, bar a few purchases for the flat and a quick crafty makeover for our living room – watch this space!
Pete Mckee mural, The Snog, painted by Mckee on the side of Fagans 2013
I’m a bit of an aficionado of Sheffield. I came here for University 14 years and I’m still here now. Most of my friends from University have hung about and lots of my work colleagues completed their degrees here; I think it’s kind of city.
One of the things I love about Sheffield is that although it’s a big city, one of the eighth largest, it’s got a very, kind of village-y feel, usually on a night out I see at least a couple of people I know whether that be from work, friends of friends or people I used to know ( that sounds ominous doesn’t it?) and that might just be because of the things that I’m interested in then naturally the people I like gravitate to those places too. Sheffield kind of makes me feel safe. Well, that was until I discovered urbex. Now I say discovered but I mean I came across 28DaysLater, I’m too much of a scaredy cat to actually participate for real. But there’s something about these derelict places that are so compelling to me. I follow a few of these intrepid explorers on instagram and their photos always entice me to click that heart-shaped button. I began to notice a common theme through the majority of the photos was graffiti and pretty good ( vast understatement) graffiti at that. There’s the awe inspiring, photo-realistic work of Rocket01; take at look at Darwin and everyone’s favourite dream-uncle David Attenborough , the nature influenced work of his partner Faunographic – whose work I first came across in Manchester and then there’s Colorati – whose work seems to span a whole range of influences, cartoon-like images of worms and pigeons to photo-realistic tough guys and these are to name but a few. However, the artist I keep coming back to is Phlegm. Now, I’ve seen Phlegm’s work in various places over Sheffield; The Rutland Arms, The Riverside but in truth I always thought that they were a bit too weird for me, that yeah, they were good but left me a bit cold. That was until I saw some of his pieces in these derelict, left-to-decay places and they just fit. This series of ‘Falling Men’ painted on various floors in abandoned tower are some of my favourites:
And I can’t describe how they make me feel, they make me feel a bit uneasy, they’re unworldly but I cannot stop looking at them. It’s that feeling of compulsion. I can honestly say that I’ve never felt like this before about any other piece of art. Does that make it a success, although I kind of think that they’re a bit creepy, I’m drawn to them. Are you?
Just googling Phlegm quickly makes me realise that unfortunately he’s not just a Sheffield artist, he’s painted as far away as Sri Lanka and you can catch some of his work down in that London. I’d love to say that this discovery has made me want to be a little bit braver and try and seek out some of the more hidden gems myself; but what can I say, there’s more of the cowardly lion in me so in this case, I’m happy to live vicariously through others!