Mural Madness Launch

Mural Madness was launched by our lovely, supportive local MP Lianne Dalziel, on a cold, wet, windy morning.  Those that braved the conditions, collected their paints and scurried off excitedly to start their allocated walls. A variety of styles began emerging, as artistic talents were revealed.

Artists

Brighton Mural Madness

Launch date Saturday 3 November - 10am by Couplands with Lianne Dalziel

Over the month of November, many artists are freely giving of their time to help rejuvenate Brighton with their art. Come along and watch Mural Madness evolve.

		Artists
1	Storer Motors	Mickael  El Fathi,  Joseph Descamps
2	Backpackers	Kimberley Armstrong
3	Lianne Dalziel’s Office	Uni Students
3a	Bear	Ry Palmer
4	Vacant Lot	Jon Drypnz – Wellington
5	PopUp Precinct	Jim Hobby (artist) Andrew Coyle (poet)
5a	Thai Shop	Jim Hobby
6	Bike Shop	Jon Drypnz - Wellington
7	Vacant Lot	Love Mural: Lyn Taylor, Jim Hobby, Richard “Popx” Baker et al
8	Vacant Lot	Cinzah Merkins and Karl Sheriden (Dregs) Auckland
8a	Bar25	Natalie McIllwraith
9	Vacant Lot	Aaron Dekker and Jon Drypnz
10	Hotel	Peter Donelly (Brighton Sand Artist)
10a	Super Liquor	Olivier Tenedor
11	Gift Shop	Lesley Fulford
11a	Bollards	Janet Jones-Poole and Visually Impaired
12	Fish n Chicken	Lyn Taylor
13	Shoreline Fitness	Ellen Jones-Poole
14	Shoreline Fitness	Corie and Mike Slade
15	Traders	Denise Mill
16	Shoreline Fitness	Koti Puru, Joanna Wildish, Richard “Popx” Baker, Josh, Vinnie, et al
17	Public Toilets	Pearl (Embassy), Katrin Kadelke , Jacqui Cotter, Merlin, et al
18	Corrugated Fences
19	Curtains Galore	Clint Park

Launch of Mural Madness

Mural Madness will be launched by Lianne Dalziel, tomorrow - Saturday 3 November at 10am by Couplands in the back carpark. Artists will gather their paint and head to their walls. If raining, it will be postponed until Sunday at 10am.

Poetry and Art

A poem about Brighton, by Andrew Coyle, is painted on a wall in the new PopUp area by Jim Hobby.

New Brighton

By Andrew Coyle

Led

by a strong skulled forehead

you pace the streets

with this mind full

                   of an abstract curse

to document your struggle

         with words torn

into poems by the wind

gusts as if it’s just

enough to say  

            the pitbull is harmless

the sand dunes are charming

the surf is disarming

            the children are happy

and we remember the golden days…

Now you have that mad brilliance of character that

has endeared towns to poets

since the beginning of time,

The erratic motions,  the whirling amygdala,

here,                           here and

here

and in the theatre of the forehead

from where we stand,         

and call in our own voices 

from the New Brighton pier

 still and slow

  and hovering above the wind whipped ocean

a moment suspended in time,

so we call to the moon as our planet spins to greet it

and we call to the waves as the moon pull releases it

 and we call to the wind to whisk the past

out from a friends face, half covered in hair,

smiling and turning into pieces

the basic emotions rolling in

and rolling out

so natural and  so yearning to be celebrated,

beyond any other celebration of life,

 that knows just to be alive

is just to be alive and to

speak our minds

 to speak to this struggle

and say I see in your face,

my friend,

an ancient soul

lived long and hard

and laughing loud at the crash of waves

trickling down your cheeks onto

an endless page

made endless by the

timeless poets

who channel their visions

through the winds from horizons

into sea rhythms and wind words,

 and blow them softly from our mouths into the

hearts of the people we love,

New Brighton,

drunk on old European

wisdom,

            battered by

legislation

 your head half dependant

 on       light                innocent and

begging         

sinners with

blacknailed   fingers tied to

the       turn of the                  sky

when the clouds darken and the

winds rise to bend your backs like the trees      

blowing fresh  ocean  flesh   

 from our old friend

the sea           

into the town

of our dreams,

            into the town of our    

dreams.