Ferkling through my personal archive (two shoe boxes at the bottom of the cupboard) I came across this reminder of a historically interesting Oxford strike, for union recognition, at the Oxford bookshop and publishing premises of Blackwells. The be-suited man talking to the two earnest pickets, who are listening with rapt attention to his words of wisdom,... Continue Reading →
Upon being exhibited by Bueys
Joesph Bueys, ex Stuka bomber pilot turned rather Loony professor of Art and acclaimed conceptual/performance artist, collected leftist radicals as bees collect pollen. He thrived on their fresh blood, wanted to display them, encourage them to be creative, give them a platform, develop them, and turn them into honey to feed the left wing communist creative world... Continue Reading →