Intern Feature – George: The Effect of a Street Artist
Todays post comes from Elexu Intern George who writes our one of his great experiences in London.
“I’m leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it’s not raining” –
I moved to London about four weeks ago, right after my graduation from University of Bath. One perk of living in London is that you don’t have to worry about wasting too much time on doing outdoor activities as the bad weather will always spoil the last bit of your pleasures. Like anyone else who moves from a small city to a big city, my first few weeks in London have quickly been booked out for various museum tours, shopping centers and those gorgeous Georgian Victorian architectures.
However, it didn’t take long before I get bored of the place. Loneliness quickly overwhelmed the initial excitement and I started to feel lost in the city especially on those rainy nights. London becomes cold and hopeless when it’s raining. Compared with those spend their entire lives in London, my feeling about this city is just too shallow. The hopeless feeling and perpetual rain was once everything I knew about London.
However, my impression about London was totally changed after I met a street artist on Cornhill Street. He didn’t really grab my attention initially as his artwork was nothing special, just some portrait paintings. Since I was running late for a meeting, I had no time to pay attention to his paintings. On the way back the weather turned really bad, as you can imagine, and I met the artist again as he was still sitting there with his art.
There was one moment I thought he could be a homeless guy and was ready to reduce some weight of my wallet. Then, I saw probably one of the most amazing pictures I ever saw in my life. If you can imagine the picture, the oil paint mixed with rain drops and started to melt just alongside the face of the person in the paint as if the person was crying and you could actually see the tears. Unlike any artwork I ever saw before, his paintings had life. You could feel their heartbeats and emotions. Those paintings even reminded me of a phoenix.
Only those who are courageous enough to set them on fire could get another chance to blossom. At that moment, rain was no longer the symbol of hopelessness. The other way round, rain generates hope for people and offers inspirations for those who want to blossom. Thanks to the rain, London becomes the soil that fosters so many excellent artists, writers, painters, designers and musicians etc. Thanks to the rain, the museums and galleries in London could remain busy all over the year… taking shelter in London opens up many doors.
I wrote this blog because those memories about rain and the artist all came back to me when I went to the Rain Room last week. It was a unique fusion of art organised by Random International where you can experience the real rain drops without getting wet, which I think could be a perfect opportunity for artist, designers and musicians to obtain new inspirations.