Lured back by the thrill of the mundane, we went to Boring again this year. I took a moment in the afternoon to eat an ice lolly and check out the flowers in Red Lion Square, which last year had been very striking and included a fully in-flower Judas Tree.
This year, things were a little more, well, boring:
Plain yellow and red are the basic bitches of the tulip world, so initially I was unimpressed. But something about their irrepressibly sunny faces, battered as they were by this year's uneven weather, won me. The plain colour forces a Warhollian focus on outline and colour block. Perspective and depth collapses into pigment overload, like an award-winning YBA reinterpretation of the traditional portrait. Each billow and notch of the petal chops into negative space like Matisse cut-outs.
As for the plants, they had a slightly unstable air, as if they'd been brought in as reserve after the main flower set had failed; a hypothesis supported by the large tracts of bare earth and the occasional collapsed plant where they had not taken.
This year, things were a little more, well, boring:
Plain yellow and red are the basic bitches of the tulip world, so initially I was unimpressed. But something about their irrepressibly sunny faces, battered as they were by this year's uneven weather, won me. The plain colour forces a Warhollian focus on outline and colour block. Perspective and depth collapses into pigment overload, like an award-winning YBA reinterpretation of the traditional portrait. Each billow and notch of the petal chops into negative space like Matisse cut-outs.
As for the plants, they had a slightly unstable air, as if they'd been brought in as reserve after the main flower set had failed; a hypothesis supported by the large tracts of bare earth and the occasional collapsed plant where they had not taken.
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