As the train moves out of Zone 2 the scenery begins to change. The houses get smaller and darker, the roads narrower, the fences rustier. And almost everywhere you look there are marks – spray-painted and scratched, single unbroken lines and large bulky designs, some are messy and some – works of art. We can dismiss it as vandalism or put it up in the museum, but what we cannot do is deny that graffiti is one of the most fascinating (and often beautiful) social phenomena of the last 50-odd years.
Graffiti started out in the 1960s in urban New York as a means for rival gangs to mark their territory, yet very soon it developed into a form of competition in its own right.
Different boroughs began trying to outdo each other, coming up with fancier styles, more dangerous and prominent places to put it and new techniques to produce it. Because of the number of different strands that have grown out of it, the umbrella term ‘street art’ is now more applicable. It encompasses stencil art, for which Banksy is renowned, sticker bombing ( placing stickers in public places), subvertising (either mimicking or altering a corporate or political advert to create a new, often opposing, statement), and many others.
What in theory makes street art different to all other forms of art is its stance as subversive, rebellious and free. By choosing exactly what they depict and where they depict it the artists do not have to comply with the wishes of the curator or the critic. As far as creativity goes it might well be considered the purest form of artistic expression.
Mass production
In the 90s advertisers caught on to the fact that this free-spirit attitude appeals to a lot market groups. Fashion and sports industries, constantly looking for something fresh and edgy, were quick to jump onto the bandwagon, and graffiti-style work is now splattered all over the media, advertising posters and designer clothes.
As the public’s eyes got accustomed to these new types of images, so their attitude towards them changed from a hostile to accepting. The Bristol authorities for example have now given up trying to buff out all the Banksys, since every attempt to do so was followed by a public outcry.
It has even come to a point where the government and large corporations, the very establishments that street art initially set out to attack in their free-for-all fashion, will now provide the means for the artists to do their work. A demonstrative example was the Cans Festival. Six months ago Eurostar opened up their old Waterloo tunnel to 29 graffiti artists from all over the world, who, in a three-day event, transformed the grotty place into the most surreal, effervescent environment.
What was initially shocking has come to be respecte; the skill that goes into producing this work has been recognised. Graffiti can now even be bought. Angelina Jolie and Christina Aguilera are known collectors of Banksy’s work, though the images are stencilled onto a canvas. It has not entered the mainstream art world, but since museums are often last to catch onto street trends, it’s probably on its way.
With so many different forms of street art, not to mention different individuals within each one, it is impossible to pin- point why people make it. For some it is only a cool style that they perfect in their art school to then reject. For others it becomes a form of activism, the victim of the attack ranging from consumerist society to a specific individual. Others yet, use it as a form of self-assertion.
Yet the common denominator is in the name. Graffiti is art produced on and for the streets. Its power resides in it being part of the environment we inhabit, of appearing on a building that people walk past every day, of being moved around the city on the side of a train; every graff is integrated into a particular area and a particular community. This is why I personally distinguish between the work produced in a sanctioned situation, where the placement is not chosen freely – such as the Cans Festival – and real street art. I was determined to get hold of a real artist.
The word on the street
Upon my arrival to meet Nova – a South East London graffiti artist – at this rather exotic (for me) location, I was instantly informed that ‘there’s not much to do round here, just drugs.’ And graffiti.
These guys don’t do it as a form of activism or in an attempt to become distinguished artists, it is what they do and something of which to be proud. I was initially embarrassed about ‘interviewing’ him, yet each time I asked a question his mate and he would interrupt each other to give me a twenty minute long answer, complete with extravagant praise. The number of thousands of pounds of public damage they’d caused in the last year was cited in the same animated manner. They really put their souls into it.
As Nova’s mate was rolling another spliff, I was trying very hard to get over the embarrassment of my public school accent and ensure that I do not, in an attempt to fit in, suddenly blurt out one their favourite expressions like ‘innit’ or ‘brova’. Hats off to them, since at no point did I actually feel uncomfortable, even considering the striking differences in our appearance, with my having ‘Oxford’ written all over me and their complying with every stereotype of a middle class mother’s worst nightmare.
Like other artists that work illegally they are adrenalin junkies. Here, the greater the challenge, the greater the satisfaction. Nova admitted that when his friend agreed to have his whole house painted over by their crew, it was not as fun as doing it on railway tracks at night, constantly looking over his shoulder. This adrenalin rush is addictive, and once one railway track has been ‘conquered’, the next place chosen will often be a more dangerous one.
Moreover, being hunted down by cops is almost a right of passage, and, once the air is clear, the story of this chase spreads by word of mouth across the whole community, gaining the escapee that little bit more respect.
In this part of town one’s ‘graff’ name is the method of choice, which can be a nickname, a surname or just a pseudonym they come up with themselves; once someone has been recognised for what he does this name will often stick. Nova has not been called by his first name for several years now. There is just something about painting your name as a large, beautiful, distorted picture on the wall of the train station. Something exciting, comforting, powerful.
Anybody with a spray-can, a name and some confidence can produce a ‘bomb’ – a squiggly unbroken line which usually stands for one’s ‘graff’ name. But it not everyone is good at ‘throw-ups’ – quick two-dimensional bubble characters – and very few can do ‘dubs’ – fancy, three-dimensional writing, complete with interior designs, background effects. And that’s where the line between vandalism and art disappears completely. Nova is the best artist in his area, having started ‘bombing’ in early teens and perfected his technique over the years. It now takes him an hour to take a name, stylize it until the characters are unrecognizable unless pointed out, expand it to a few of metres in length and place it onto a wall as a nuclear explosion on the background of the grey industrial warehouse.
Crucially, urban graffiti is linked with community. When working as a group, these guys will write the names of their friends, all part of asserting your group’s presence in the area. And hand-in-hand with this group loyalty goes gang rivalry.
Gangs have differing names and status; they’ve got rules and weapons. Nova’s neighbourhood is pretty colourful on this front. A few years of disagreements between the two most powerful gangs in the area recently led to some unsightly stabbings. Covering the whole enemy street with his and his best friend’s bombs a few weeks before the event probably didn’t help the matter.
Due to safety considerations the guys insisted on walking me to the train station, but before we reached it they had to leg it. A police car had appeared and Nova’s friend was ‘wanted’. On the return I collected my thoughts. Firstly, the whole time I had felt completely safe. Secondly, I had really liked them. And here we have the essence of graffiti – a completely different world, one in which a dub can make or brake you. Sure, the stuff that covers the walls of the Eurostar tunnel is cool and beautiful. But for me graffiti is a culture, not a style.
Interview: Iris Robinson
For a brief moment this year, Iris Robinson was at the eye of her own personal media storm. The controversy centred on remarks made concerning the mental health of homosexuals. She suggested that homosexuals ought to have psychiatric counselling to help cure their ‘disorder’.
The subject raised important questions not only about the problem of homophobia in Northern Ireland, where the PSNI recorded a 3.2 % increase in homophobic incidents and recorded one murder alongside 53 assaults and woundings in the past year, but wider issues of free speech and what some perceive as the marginalisation of Christian belief.
Misrepresented?
The Strangford MP and wife of First Minister Peter Robinson has since attempted to draw a line under events, subsequently claiming her remarks were misrepresented. But she refuses to show contrition in the aftermath, stating, ‘I make no apology for what I said, because it’s the Word of God … and if anyone takes issue they’re taking issue with the Word of God.’ The subject is emphatically not up for discussion.
Yet the public uproar, evidenced by mocking Iris costumes worn at Pride week in Belfast, makes it clear this will follow Mrs. Robinson for the foreseeable future.
Iris Robinson is no stranger to controversy. In November 2007 she was suspended from Stormont for a day for unparliamentary, though some felt fair, remarks directed at Health Minister, Michael McGimpsey. In a debate over the draft budget, she accused Mr McGimpsey of ‘lacking the bottle to make decisions.’ Speaker Willie Hay, a fellow member of the Democratic Unionist Party, barred her from the chamber for twenty four hours.
An evangelical public servant
It is clear that her evangelical faith is integral to her role as a public servant. It was her desire to ‘serve those who couldn’t help themselves’ which drove her to join Reverend Ian Paisley’s DUP after leaving Castlereagh Technical College. She is quick to cite ‘those in the media who use their own bigotry to castigate those in Christian circles’ as a pet peeve. A practicing Pentecostal Christian, she is actively involved with the Multiple Sclerosis Society, amongst other charities. Some consider her prickly public persona at odds with this religious streak.
Perplexing as it seems, Mrs. Robinson’s zealous beliefs and directness are probably her greatest asset and simultaneously her Achilles heel.
Her Strangford constituency, which she represents in both Westminster and Stormont, contains a sizable evangelical community. They have proved receptive to Mrs. Robinson’s views on issues such as abortion and homosexuality.
However, as recent events demonstrate, such views also ensure a fractious relationship with a generally secular media, whilst potentially alienating other elements of the electorate. However, it must be noted she draws support from a much wider group than merely the evangelical community. One should certainly be wary of writing her off simply as a religious extremist.
It cannot be overlooked that she holds top positions in the country’s biggest political party and as such is a major political player. She is the DUP Deputy Chief Whip and Health Spokesperson. Moreover, she is married to Peter Robinson, Ian Paisley’s successor as both DUP Leader and Northern Ireland First Minister. Mrs Robinson herself won 56.5% of the vote in her constituency in the 2005 general election, with a majority of 13,049.
That is what made the remarks, made in June on BBC Radio Ulster’s popular Stephen Nolan Show, and the ensuing police investigation all the more potentially embarrassing for the party. Some critics feel that Mrs. Robinson’s strong position within the party ensures that a public retraction or apology will not be forthcoming anytime soon.
A strong female figure
In a field overwhelmingly dominated by men it is hardly surprising that Mrs. Robinson is no shrinking violet. One could surmise that her toughness has been essential to her survival as a public representative since first being elected in 1989 to Castlereagh Borough Council. In the 2005 elections a paltry 19% of candidates fielded in Northern Ireland were female. This statistic makes for dismal reading especially when compared to a national average of 23%.
Mrs. Robinson is quick to point out that there are a number of factors which would deter young women who aspire to a career in politics. She identifies the media treatment of Republican Vice Presidential candidate Sarah Palin and, closer to home, the tone of the campaign against fellow unionist Arlene Foster in Fermanagh as indicators that the media is more ‘critical’ where female candidates are involved. She doubts that it would help or encourage any woman to pursue a career in politics.
From this list a sense of pride at her achievements in a hostile field can be detected. She takes some satisfaction from the fact that attitudes are changing, albeit, slowly. The admiration that several members of her office staff expressed for her handling of a busy schedule when I phoned to arrange our interview and the numerous satellite surgeries made available to her constituents indicate a relentless commitment to her electorate and a formidable work ethic. Indeed, she seems to relish the challenges facing the Executive.
The future of the party
When asked if she believes the Democratic Unionist Party can hold on to its diverse electorate as the executive becomes less divided along sectarian lines and increasingly focused on bread and butter issues such as education and health, she replies, ‘We have as a Party always earned the respect of our electorate as these issues have been at the fore.’
Chief amongst her current concerns are ‘the underspend of Direct Rule Ministers over 30 years and the unfair price structures for energy compared to the rest of the UK.’
So our interview ends, for as Mrs. Robinson informs me, she has constituents to attend too. There is very little love lost between herself and the media. She has fought hard to reach her position and it is clear that she will not easily relinquish it no matter how great the public uproar. It would seem she lives to fight another day, unrepentant and unfazed.