Oxford Street, October 7th

Moring Road, September 17th

Not puke, but art...

Avoca Road, September 11th

Balham High Road, September 3rd

Have you ever noticed those mysterious spots on the pavement? Stains that have no obvious explanation. Spillages from the past, permanent blemishes on the pure, clear concrete. Few care about the random spoilage of the paths we tread. The dark grey stains I suspect are usually roadworker's tar, and several can be seen in this image. We ignore the permanent mess these speak of, our eyes are soon drawn to the regency black and gold of the London litter bin. It's grandness a clear reminder that humankind is ever keen to purify our world from debris.

The puke in this picture seems to be between two worlds, neither one thing nor another. The vomitous a few days old, it missed the bin, which would be emptied each day. It's not been cleared up. But it is clearly not there forever. The transience of life, described in pavement puke.

Plaza Shopping Centre, August 30th

A sad story here. The bucket makes a rare appearance in this example of pavement puke art, it symbolises protection, an attempt to control and rationalise the mess and randomness of the external vomiting experience. Yet the bucket failed in it's task. Protecting nothing, the bucket spills.

I like the phrase 'Enterprise' in the background, for indeed some enterprising soul attempted to use the black pail to catch the flow of puke. Yet all was in vain, the discarded tissue is a yet more poignant reminder of the plight of humanity. The tissue small and pathetic, hopeless. A sad story indeed...

Clapham South, August 25th

For me the beauty of this image is its texture and shade. Note the bark of the tree and the pebbles. The puke is red, appearing smooth, plastic and artificial in contrast to the muted greys and browns of the natural materials surrounding it.

The discarded fag end is a lone, stark, reminder that human artifice has been here. Whether the puker or his friends were responsible for the smokes we'll never know. This picture speaks to me of 'calm' above all else. There is a tranquility in this scene, despite the violent loss of stomach contents, presumably a curry's spice, and likely a chicken tikka; yet still this image can remind of the soothing effects of nature - even at the time of a disturbing bodily act. Interestingly too cigarettes are often used to calm the soul at stressful times. A stunning image, pavement puke art at it's best.