I used to paint muriels quite often in my days as a community artist...
When everybody was my friend ( because I had the cellulose thinners ).
Back when I was DJ every Saturday and Sunday in a pub called the ' Shrimp Scratcher ' or summat like that... where in the dawn of my young adulthood I had darts thrown at me for kicking 16 stone transvestites/ heroine dealers off stage
Where we built a timber playground and had to go round every morning taking out the 6" nails that had been hammered into the sides of the slide so kids would hurt themselves...
Where the rabbits in ' pets corner ' were ritually decapitated...
But Muriel is back...
I've got a gig , and although it transpires I wasn't the first to be asked ( the builder had that honour but he was busy building )... eventually I get to it again and I've got a whole week to do it in ...
It's only an itty wall - 7x6 ft ( I'm still into Monopoly currency - the exchange rate is pretty good )
Although I'm not Rolf Harris ( alas, I have no beard ! ) I think all will be fine ...
And if it's not, then surely a council skip counts as public domaine for an art exhibition ?...
If only art were Axminster !
( And if only somebody had told me this needed doing before now ...)
* glares at somebody then flounces off to buy cheap shitty acrylics materials for the job *
