BARE BONES

Bee Bee 8

2012-02-02T09:03:00.000-08:00

SUBMIT TO BB ATE.

Deadline 29th February 2012.

Send pasta pictures, sand sculptures, whittled sticks, voodoo dolls, poppets etc

ourbarebones@gmail.com

Frank Brick Laws

2011-08-02T08:57:00.000-07:00

It's already hung, the price list is under construction, the beers are already on ice. The summer will continue until the end of this week, there will be a roof top after party, there will be hot boys & girls, there will be street drinking and PV wine sipping. There will be fine artworks by Frankie Bricks.

As with all good things, Print House Gallery.

Thursday 6-9

August 4th

2011

Earth

More Frank laws ici.

Niall O. Son of the old country.

2011-07-04T01:40:00.000-07:00

BB photo editor and handsome devil, Niall O' is not an angry man, I've seen him mad once or twice......(manager of the Dove) either way he is going from strength to strength with the old photos, and the the filums now too. Thursday in the old country town of Dublin you can see his latest offering.

There's more tasy titbits on his blogeen.

Kneel Fochs. Show in Chairman Blau Gallerie ja ja.

2011-06-29T07:42:00.000-07:00

Kneel Fochs. The artist formerly known as Neal Fox. The man with the legoman haircut. The reformed heartbreaker. The barprop. The dilitant. The footballer. The wit. The hooter and snorter of derision. The Le Gun founder. The international mincer. The global fine food nibbler. The beer truffler. Kneel Fochs has a show. Daniel Blau Gallery.

Thursday July 7th 2011 Hoxton Square London UK Earth.

Fittingly there will be a party afterwards to really cement the headaches for the next day or two.

Here's Kneels website.

From Over The Seas and up your leg.

2011-06-08T08:10:00.000-07:00

From our man overseas. Matt Die Lambert.

The latest installment of BB Show reel.

It shows and it is real.

Alex Sebley
Alex Turvey
Bill Bragg
Daniel McKernan
Dave Prosser
Focus Creeps
Guy Verge Wallace
Hayley Morris
James Wignall
Matt Lambert
Ruff Mercy

Rumours of Istanbul in the Autumn are circulating.

Happy in the places we have yet to visit.

Le Gun Bare Bones Book N Ting

2011-04-13T07:51:00.001-07:00

Bare Bones Six, through a pint glass darkly.

2011-04-11T06:41:00.000-07:00

Here's a Flickr set from BB six opening night on the 1st April 2011.

Photos © Costanza Santilli.

More of her stuff here.

Thanks to

Mimo & Kenichi, for audio assault.

Eveyone who came.

BARE BONES SIX // LEGUN FIVE LAUNCH

2011-03-24T06:24:00.000-07:00

CLOSE EYES TO EXIT

DESTROYAL WEDDING // BURN OUT
BORDERLINE INSOLVENCY ISSUE

BARE BONES SIX (IN FULL COLOUR)
The speed boat nearly ran out of gas...

LE GUN FIVE (FINALLY)
The oil tanker got into gear...

LIVE MUSIC UP STAIRS FROM
ESTASY & KENICHI KOWASLSKI

ROUGH TRADE DJ'S
VJ'S ALEX TURVEY & DAVID WILSON (8TH APRIL)

BARE BONES FILMS & ANIMATION & SHOW REELS

LE GUN ROOM INSTALLATION, FIRST SHOWN AT ART BRUSSELS.

HOT GIRLS HOT BOYS COLD BEERS PARTY PARTY

FACEBOOK EVENT PAGE

Libya by Gareth Rees

2011-02-28T17:31:00.000-08:00

The first I heard of Gaddafi, it seemed he'd done what Castro had done in Cuba in 1959, a young man with a few soldiers expelling the mafia that lorded it over the country. Gaddafi toppled the king, a puppet of the British and Americans. He closed the British and American military bases and then turned his attention to the oil companies and, before the Opec cartel was organised, successfully forced them to pay a much higher price for his country's oil. Libya, bullied by the Ottomans, trampled on by the Italians and used as a battlefield by the British and the Germans would no longer be anybody's footstool. It was a story of David and Goliath. Gaddafi was a darling of the Left in those days but all the while it seemed, the vanquisher of the bullies was himself learning the black arts of tyranny.

Gaddafi had been in power eight or nine years when I went to Libya. It's difficult to say I was in Libya though. I was confined to an oil camp, which, at the time, I compared to an aircraft carrier in a desert sea or Swedish open prison even though I'd never been to one. Sweden in those days was considered lax and the oil camp was lax in respect to its being awash with illegal alcohol and other drugs.

Every night, I hung out with my Libyan friends smoking dope, drinking the colourless moonshine and listening to Arab or Afro-American music. The 'Who' album 'Live at Leeds' was a favourite. A television was often flickering away. Gaddafi appeared a lot and was ignored until someone tired and threw a shoe at the screen. This was the nearest I came to political comment. I soon had the impression Gaddafi wasn't liked but that it wasn't safe to talk about it. My friends were all from the east of the country, especially Benghazi. The seat of government in Tripoli was a long, long way away and the ruling elite was remote tribally as well.

Expatriates weren’t supposed to leave the oil camp except to take leave when you'd fly from the camp airstrip directly to Tripoli airport and then out of the country. However, occasionally I sneaked out of the camp and one night we drove into the desert to a scattered mess of discarded containers and packing cases, which the Bedouin employed as shelters. You knew they were there because of the glow of oil lamps. We stopped the car and there was an exchange of signals by headlights and somebody left our car and returned a few minutes later carrying a load of illegal intoxicants.

Today, Gaddafi accuses the rebels of being high on drugs. Certainly, most of my friends in the old days were often quite intoxicated but they weren't sleepy-heads. They often had science degrees from British or American universities and spoke English, not just with fluency, but often with poetic sensibility. I arrived back from leave once after a lot of flying, North Africa to Switzerland, to England, to Canada and back again to Libya all in jut a few days. I was not only tired and disorientated, but was further agitated because my luggage had disappeared along with my precious Dickens books to get me through the long days. My friend Hassan, Hassan meaning grace, collected me from the airstrip and, when he dropped me at my bungalow, he gave me a copy of 'Under Milk Wood' and said it would rest my mind, especially the prologue.

The loss of luggage at least gave me the excuse of going to Tripoli to look for it. It was a pretty place but the atmosphere seemed austere and subdued. Benghazi, when I managed to sneak out of camp to make visit there, was entirely different. It was hot as chilli peppers, not just temperature-wise, but culturally. At night, the little streets were crammed with cars honking greetings to friends and cousins. Everyone seemed to know each other. It seemed young, vibrant but tense.

The tension may have had something to do with political repression. Maybe it came from a society which, in the space of a few years, had changed from being very poor to quite wealthy and potentially very wealthy. The young people I knew often had, as I said, a cosmopolitan education and were used to money. Their parents on the other hand might have scratched a living from goats and sheep. Before the oil came, Libya exported almost nothing, some dates and scrap iron from burnt out, Second World War tanks dragged out of the desert.

My friend Hassan's family derived its wealth from scrap iron. The family or clan occupied an entire street. Well, it was more an alley than a street. Outwardly it was cramped and mean but indoors and behind the facade, the apartments were spacious and opulent. The quality and quantity of the food I enjoyed there was fabulous. It wasn't the custom to visit the source of the cookery to express thanks. It wasn't straightforward meeting women although we did visit a divorced woman and smoked hash with her. It seemed normal but I think she was an outcast.

We drove to the remains of a Roman city. There was no tourist hub-up, just us. The wind blew in from the desert. There was a screaming silence and as I looked at the colossal wreck around me, I thought of Shelley's poem Ozymandias, and the words, 'Look on my works, ye mighty and despair.' But it was all in vain in the end just, as it looks that way for Gaddafi as I write now.

Libya by Gareth Rees
Photo by Alex Sebley

taken from blogspot- Read 'Rees'

Harry Malt Pro' Pencil Pusher.

2011-02-09T05:59:00.000-08:00

A quick look at some of the work BB oid Harry Malt has been doing for his solo show tomorrow night in Print House Gallery, Dalston.

HERE

We're told there's going to be hot scrumpy, guest appearances of local gutter snipes and other luminary low lifes. And hopefully some people with over flowing wallets. The two often go hand in hand, or hand in pocket. Apparently there's an after party in the William Hill on the corner.

Should be worth a look.

NEW BB VIDEO//VIMEO

2011-01-26T02:08:00.000-08:00

BB's very own not so quiet american has uploaded eight new films on to Vimeo.

Films from Sean Pecknold, Matt Smithson, Niall O Brien (above), Matt Lambert, and more.

Mainly Rom Com, the films deliver on many a level.

Thanks to all our motion contributors. You are an insipration.

Check here

vimeo

2010-12-05T13:01:00.000-08:00

S.O.A.P Student Occupation Against Pound-stretching

BARE BONES AT OLLIE'S LAST PUB

2010-12-03T09:10:00.000-08:00

BARE BONES will be in Malta from the 8th to the 17th December, on a field trip to dig up some old Maltese tales and draw Maltese dogs for a forthcoming book being published there UNCOMMON MALTA. As we all like to self harm we've decided to put on yet another show at Ollies (Reed) last pub apparently he died there after drinking 6 bottles of rum 2 bottles of whisky and a beer, Bon Chance Ollie Reed (1938-1999), Exhibition will be on for a week from the 10th Dec to the 16th Dec.

NIAROBI LOVERS DEBUT

2010-12-03T05:22:00.000-08:00

Gavin Bennett & Heretic Pyramid @ BAREBONES SHOW

2010-12-02T07:06:00.000-08:00

TITS IN A LIBRARY- More from Read Rees

2010-12-01T05:01:00.000-08:00

Gareth examines- slur, age and mundane megalomania

A grumpy old man? Well, that's just a slur, isn't it?

To accuse a Welshman of doing unspeakable things with sheep just because he's Welsh is a slur, a racial slur and you could be prosecuted. But why should any slur be acceptable? The intention usually is to take the person out of a person, to de-humanise therefore. You're reducing someone to nothing more than a unit in a category defined by outward appearance? It's cynicism really and not going the loving way which surely is addressing that which transcends the mould, finding the uniqueness in a person, the global soul.

To call someone 'grumpy' is patronising too in the same way as referring to a child's display of ill-temper as a tantrum. A tantrum might be a consequence of overbearing authority but authority relieves itself of any responsibility by reducing the outburst to an aberration you can sometimes expect from someone of a certain age.

Grumpiness is an expression, maybe a mild one, of anger and, if this is so, then it's ridiculous to bracket it with old men because everybody has an anger propensity, don't they? To be born is to be born into a continuous experience of not always getting what you want and this frustration is what leads to anger. Infants get angry. Teenagers get angry. Adults get angry. Old people get angry. Why should old men be singled out for not always being amenable and placid?

Who's got the worst reputation as a grumpy old man? Well, it's God, of course. How many people have struggled with God and maybe ditched Him because they can't get out of their mind an intimidating image of a bearded old man with a sour expression of perpetual disapproval on his stony visage?

Well, anybody with any sense, you'd think, would walk away from someone like this. Abusive relationships, however, are notoriously adhesive and God gets away with it again and again. Maybe some of us grow up with an ingrained timidity. Maybe some of us need the inflexible iron spine of God Almighty to make up for our own spinelessness.

Is there any particular reason for an old man to be grumpy? Well, you look at your once sleek muscles turning to flab and it's not something you want to think about too much because it leads all the way down to the grave. No, I don't want to think about that. I've done everything I could to be a person of significance and to think it all ends in ashes is unbearable. It makes me angry and murderously jealous of youth.

My stony old pride won't own up to jealousy though so I'll disguise it like Abraham who convinced himself he was serving the Lord when he plotted to kill his own son Isaac. And what about those old First World War generals sitting behind the front line in chandeliered chateaux, were they similarly motivated as they orchestrated the slaughter of hundreds of thousands of young men?

Well, I mentioned this viewpoint in the tavern to two old military historians who replay famous battles using lead soldiers. They found the idea of senior officers killing off young men to assuage their jealousy of youth as deeply shocking. It would indeed be so if it was done consciously. But we don't really know to what extent it is the subconscious mind which really calls the tune. My conscious mind might say that what I am doing is for King and country and even God. Actually, however, I might truly be motivated by some inner rage concerning the inevitability of my own decline and demise.

Robert Graves had a wife but I can't remember her name. Maybe this is because she was merely a woman. Anyway, she was asked why she didn't believe in God and she replied, 'Because God is a man, of course.'

How did God become a man I wonder? Well, I suppose if you're the biggest beast in the field and you're a man and you want this state to continue, you might try getting rid of your blood-soaked garb and replacing it with robes. Make out you're the special one, make out you're infallible like god. But it's just mundane megalomania really and the problem with being a bossy boots is that it's so lonesome. You're not going to have any mates. It's all just sycophants and cringers, and with company like that, no wonder you feel grumpy whether you're an old chap, an infant or a harridan.

taken from http://garethrees.blogspot.com

BB showreel 2. Eyes peeled.

2010-11-29T03:57:00.000-08:00

BB 5 Launch............................pics

2010-11-24T03:12:00.000-08:00

Thanks to every one for your support here are some pics by Rebecca Thomas, Vandling, and Heretic, if you happen to have some photos of the night we would be happy to see and post them

pop!!!

And Dr d's Great Brain Robbers sent to us by Michele Panzeri. cheers !!

LE GUN SHOT

2010-11-22T07:25:00.000-08:00

ROBERT RUBBISH OF SOHO LONDON...AN INTRODUCTION.

2010-10-29T04:44:00.000-07:00

What's the most rubbish thing you've seen?

DAVID CAMRONS FACE

Are you pubes straight?

NO GINGER AFRO STYLE

Did the rubbishmen get too good?

YES WE STARTED TO PLAY IN TUNE

How far is the moon ?

NO IDEA SOMETIMES IT LOOKS QUITE CLOSE

Why are rubbish bins green ?

BECAUSE ITS LIKE GREEN AND THAT LIKE ECO ?

What's your favourite part of the bible ?

THE BIT ABOUT THE SAND IN THE FORESKIN AND THE ROCK (OUCH)

Do you own a man tiara ?

NOT AT THE MOMENT I MAYE HAVE HAD ONE AT SOME POINT

What's your favourite song right now ?

THE KILLING MOON

Do you own a car ?

Your opinion on fix wheel bikes ?

A LOAD OF WANK

Best watering hole on London ?

NEALSONS HEAD, BIRDCAGE, THE BLUE POST SOHO ,THE FRENCH SOHO,THE GOLDEN HEART

THEY ARE ALL GOOD

How do you eat your toast ?

WITH BUTTER

Do you believe in aliens ?

NOT SURE

Is the world an oyster ?

YES I HOPE IT IS,ONE DAY I WILL TAKE A BOAT TO THE USA.

BB USSR ML

2010-10-21T03:18:00.001-07:00

In the style of a wandering preacher, Matt Lambert travels the globe spreading the seed of Bare Bones. Seen here in Mother Russia, doing what he does best, casting the spell, an audience in thrall. Recent forrays across this beautiful Europe also stopped in Madrid and Amsterdam. The man is unstoppable. Planning a travelling BB circus/cult to Berlin/Prague/Tallin/St Petersburg for the coming years, setting up shop for a coupla months and seeing what happens. Exciting times are on the horizon, home is where I lay my head, I'll sleep when I'm dead.

I knew you'd like it......

2010-10-12T09:46:00.000-07:00

Joe Coleman, master of minutia, seen in a new light, with shotgun.

POGUE MAHONE

2010-10-05T07:39:00.000-07:00

For any one in any doubt.

To and fro' in the boats.

Up and down in Kentish Town.

http://www.niall-obrien.blogspot.com/2010/10/completely-pogued.html
http://www.niall-obrien.blogspot.com/2010/10/completely-pogued.html
http://www.niall-obrien.blogspot.com/2010/10/completely-pogued.html
http://www.niall-obrien.blogspot.com/2010/10/completely-pogued.html

HERETIC//BB//NEU//ADF

2010-09-24T02:57:00.001-07:00

HERETICQUE

passionate NAILS LPP

2010-09-19T13:21:00.000-07:00

TONIGHTTONIGHTTONIGHTTONIGHTTONIGHTTONIGHTTONIGHTTONIGHTTONIGHTTONIGHTTONIGHTTONIGHTTONIGHTTONIGHTTONIGHT

2010-09-17T02:45:00.001-07:00

September’s guest- Gareth Rees

2010-09-15T14:53:00.000-07:00

Conversational; rolling like a river, beautiful english writing.

'What would I say to the press if I reached a hundred years? I’d say I was good at climbing the rope-ladder up the side of the ship of earthly hope and also good at stamping on the fingers of the person coming up behind me!'

Gareth Rees' has appeared in The Guardian, Contemporary Review, Yoga Monthly and a book of hitch-hiking tales, along with publishing numerous shorts. He was once given a sizeable advance by Virgin for a book he helped write - the true account of a Japanese POW camp; but the book was never published due to political sensitivity between Virgin and a Japanese business associate. A one time employee of MI6, the relationship ended whilst on a visit to Israel after Gareth failed to report accurate information on military movements and instead apprised them of flowers in the desert, with Gareth’s employment soon terminated. He went on to teach english at a Libyan oil field but left after a year. Back in the UK Gareth continues to write. Bare Bones are pleased to introduce his recent work taken from blogspot- Read 'Rees'.

A Case of Delinquent Perfectionism

A soldier came back from an ambush, a situation where he killed or was killed. This soldier had come back so it was he who’d done the killing, quite a lot of killing actually. In the course of de-briefing, a psychologist asked, ‘Would you say you suffer at all from delinquent perfectionism?’ The soldier didn’t record his response. Maybe the question stunned him more than his recent experience on the battlefield.
I once passed wilderness time in a shop where the equivalent of an oasis was reached when I sold a Welsh dresser. The owner of the shop, a misanthrope who lived in a dream-world of the rural arts and crafts movement, art deco and art nouveau, and who despised what he called the plastic society of the present day, used to patrol the streets at night checking the contents of skips. An old cupboard was a good find so long as it was pine-wood beneath the peeling paint.
The piece was surreptitiously lifted and spirited back to base in a pick-up where Dr. Crippen would dunk it, along with the tax inspector, in an acid bath to get rid of the paint. The next stage was to do the reasonably easy carpentry job of making the shelves to affix on top of the cupboard. Finally, came the tender administration of bees wax and, and then an ‘antique’ Welsh dresser was ready for a good price for those with good taste and money.
One day, a potential customer entered the chilly shop premises and spent a long time examining one of these Welsh dressers. My blood defied the cold of the ill-heated shop by going hot with the thought of the juicy ten per cent commission. But the woman didn’t buy. She’d found a flaw. Well, of course there was a flaw, I thought. The base of the dresser was old.
The woman went away but she kept returning to the shop when again she would carefully examine the Welsh dressers on show. And yet again, she would find a flaw and would go away looking frustrated and sad as indeed was I, having not made the sale.
At first, I thought the woman was a person of great discernment, a perfectionist. But in the end, I began to see, not a perfectionist, but the very the opposite. Consciously, she was seeking perfection but subconsciously, and actually, she was seeking fault. She could not, would not, accept the invitation to sit at the table of life. She preferred to dither, to procrastinate and the perverse logic of her depression led her to think her lot was like a cosy bed from which she was loath to rise. Maybe the poor woman was a delinquent perfectionist. Or maybe she was simply disappointed by a shoddy finish, the hallmark of a depressed and sulking worker.

http://garethrees.blogspot.com/

Aunty Design Festival @)!)

2010-09-14T02:34:00.000-07:00

http://www.antidesignfestival.com/

Michael Smith Newcastle BBC4

2010-09-13T07:07:00.000-07:00

BB literary editor and contributor Michael Smith visits Gotham Toon.

An evocative and thoughtful film.

RIP Swan Hunter.

Happy as a pig in Barbour jackets.

Watch it here.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/i/tr1gm/

Save The Arse

2010-09-10T03:24:00.000-07:00

Nice one David Shrigley.

There's a petition to sign too, remember when nearly a million people marched against the invasion of Iraq what a difference it made? Well the current blue rinse yellow bellies are bound to take notice.

http://www.savethearts-uk.blogspot.com/

THE RUNAWAYS SCREENING P.I.X R.I.P

2010-09-01T07:26:00.000-07:00

Wow

Woah

Growing old gracefully Joan Jett

Bad Reputation

The official Runaways screening after party: open invite from Hanna Hanra. P.I.X. 'zine

Also the launch of her new adventures into print Beat Juice, like a healthy red smoothy but

more musicy and papery, organic ink n stuff.

Go see here. Crimson n Clover innit.

www.thebeatjuice.com

The Rumble of Rum Shebeen

2010-09-01T03:17:00.000-07:00

Best thing BB has seen all year, better that hairless dogs, better than designer shit, better than hard earned money, filthy sex, (well not filthy sex) fast cars, all those things you think you may need but actually don't. Put on a shirt, do your hair, take your mates, go see them play. And there's more.

Music for the heart n soul, music for me ass n sole, music for me art n r'sole.

RUMMYMYSPAZZ

So what?

2010-08-25T08:29:00.000-07:00

Le Gun Barbican Thursday Night

2010-08-18T05:53:00.000-07:00

Some of the lovely pencil wielding members of Le Gun are going to be creating some architectural surrealism up in the Barbican on Thursday evening, BB Contributor Nervous Stephen, will be playing some records. And there will some some arty filums, with no car chases or expolsions. it'll be a good night. So wot.

Frank Laws Tomorrow Show Innit

2010-08-11T09:20:00.000-07:00

Frozen Margaritas//Long Legs//Hot Nights//

2010-07-09T09:30:00.001-07:00

Click HERE for photographic evidence of BB's virgin excursion into LES NYC.

Thanks to everyone to came and helped us and those who just came to look.

More Envoy X BB later in the year. Happily Trans Atlantic.

Photo. Guillaume Gilbert

BB X JUGGER NUT X GIGGLE FITS 29/06/10

2010-06-23T11:35:00.000-07:00

envoy enterprises and home sweet home after party

next tuesday LES

be there or be elsewhere

HERE ENVOY

Embracing the information age Part 2

2010-06-07T03:45:00.000-07:00

BB read through now on Vimeo and we're getting there with the web site too.

Slow progress in the instantaneous digital age.

Thanks as always to Ricardo the Porto Web Wizard.

(Obviously better in the larger format of Vimeo)

BBWEB

BBVIMEO

Some inspirational reading from Ross...

2010-06-03T10:53:00.001-07:00

Put these words in your eyes and rub them.

Thanks Ross.

ROSSBLOG

Emerald Isle Lovers

2010-06-02T09:43:00.001-07:00

The wide eyed tweak face of Simon Dara graces The Small Print Blog, a smart good looking site, independent in it's outlook, the mega Aisling Farinella contributes to it. She has a keen eye. Check them out HERE.

Thanks McAshxx

DRAWING ROOM//HERETIC

2010-05-18T13:15:00.000-07:00

AN EXPERIMENTAL WEEKEND

From the Drawing Room & Heretic

This weekend 22-23 May

Sat 2pm - 7pm at Stoke Newington Airport

& Sun late afternoon drinks at Heretic print studio to pick up prints.

We'll be drawing/writing using random principles, free association, surrealist games, soundscapes, music, projections, narratives, and obviously booze.

The idea is to subvert our usual practice, and surprise ourselves into new ideas & material...

we'll transform some of our output into multicoloured prints at heretic print studio on Sunday.

We're trying to make this a small, fun and intense event, and thought you might be into this – be great to have you there!

please let us know asap if you can make it, and we'll send you all the details.

georgia/jon/luke/steph/therese

Submit to BB Website//NYC Show

2010-05-17T06:10:00.000-07:00

Bare Bones is nearing completion of it's website.

If you want to be a part of the global take over please send submissions to, ourbarebones@googlemail.com.

This site is going to be amazing and the level of work so far is outstanding.

Bare Bones is constantly looking for new works and new people to present.

Get it together and send send send.

Please title your mail with "Submissions"

and follow these guide lines for the image sizing and labeling.

Images should be a JPG and set as RGB
No smaller than 720 pixels high
Label the jpegs with your name and a brief title with no spaces or punctuation,

ie: “Your_Name_Title.jpg”

Bare Bones is doing a mini show in Envoy gallery, New York on the 29th June.
The plan is to produce a BB poster over there and get rid of a load of BB NO3's.
Any one who'd like to come please do.

The Inner Workings Of Le Gun

2010-04-30T05:13:00.000-07:00

The Gavin Bennett by The Neil Gavin

2010-04-29T09:41:00.001-07:00

Cinq gamins dans un salon// Le Gun at Art Brussels

2010-04-28T10:00:00.000-07:00

What is this I see before me? Well kempt art woman seeks un collectif britannique pour une bon temps. Donnez moi le frites et le Geuze and I will play until my heart is content, my stomach is full, my windpipe is blocked, Lou reed has offered no help. The sexual wonder chameleon puts her leg up over my shoulder, we shout how happy we are to be alive, abroad out in the evening warmth, long lives us, these days and longer the nights, over flowing. They took BB over there too, so thanks for that. BB levelled the floor on which they came and stood, amazed, refreshed, in awe of the booming Le Gunners.

Little Wednesday Thursday

2010-04-22T04:32:00.001-07:00

Check this site from Sam Griffin, drawerer extraordinaire and plank pusher.

A sweet collaborative effort from him and some mates.

Strength in numbers right.

http://www.littlewednesday.co.uk/

Then go look at his drawings.

http://www.argh-t.blogspot.com/2009/12/sam-griffin.html

Dee Toy Toy

2010-04-16T05:17:00.001-07:00

Too good.

You get the picture.

Brian Daly photo.

Mystic Niall

2010-04-12T11:41:00.000-07:00

Niall BB Phot Ed in psyhic disorder trauma shocker!

http://www.sweetandsound.co.uk/2010/04/features/interview-niall-obrien/

BB3 The Nights of our lives

2010-04-12T07:38:00.000-07:00

Thanks to all the BB contributors new and old. The epic Toy Toy

and anyone who sat for a drawing, it was fun, we should do it again some time.

Thanks to the fabulous Neil Gavin Esq for these pics.

Check him out, he's killing it. Yes Neil

http://www.neilgavin.com/

BB WELCOMES NEW TALENT

2010-03-29T09:17:00.000-07:00

Getting bigger and better BB is on a sausage roll now boyos.

We have new exciting additions this issue.

From all corners of the globe.

Thursday Night!

Brian Daly

http://www.onephotographic.com/blog/photographersfashion/brian-daly-expedition-to-antarctica/

Ross McDonnell

http://www.tiff.net/filmsandschedules/films/colony

Jacob Lillis

http://www.jacoblillis.co.uk

Svetlana Graudt

http://www.newstatesman.com/world-affairs/2008/08/georgia-conflict-house-russia

Michael Smith

http://www.giroplayboy.co.uk/

Simon Breen

http://www.seeker401.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/somali_pirates.jpg

Tobias Tak

http://www.tobiastak.com/

Matt Lambert

http://www.dielamb.com/

Le Gun

http://www.legun.co.uk/

BARE BONES 3. THURSDAY 1ST APRIL 6-WHENEVER. 30a NEU GALLERY. REDCHURCH STREET E2

2010-03-24T08:35:00.000-07:00

Drawing Room

2010-03-18T14:23:00.001-07:00

Brian child of the wonderous Stephanie von Reiswitz et al the latest infusion of the

Drawing room.

Tate Britian used to be a prision, after serving a year at his magesty's leisure, inmates would be deported to the new world. Their possesssions stamped with the letters, P.O.M

(Prisioner of Millbank) lead to the popular bar worker's sledge, poms.

Love your free life.

http://www.newdrawingroom.blogspot.com/

THEE DEAD LINE

2010-03-14T05:49:00.001-07:00

The deadline approaches for submissions to BB III. Send your stuff in innit.

Post, E, hand, all submissions considered, mulled over, perused etc

THEE DEAD LINE

2010-03-14T05:49:00.000-07:00

Nervous Stephen

2010-03-11T07:30:00.001-08:00

Why not nip up to Glasgow for a day visit Nervous Stephen on his stall. Take him a chocolate bar, Raisin Yorkie or a Picnic, just don't rush his decision.

BB THREE

2010-03-11T07:28:00.000-08:00

HORROR

2010-03-03T09:33:00.001-08:00

BAREBONERS IN LOCAL

FASHION MAG DEATH

PLUNGE SHOCKER!!

Robert Rubbishman

2010-02-22T07:59:00.000-08:00

Featuring nearly everyone who lives in London, Peeping Tom show is now open to all.

Perhaps most importantly it is blessed to include the stiff pubic facial fuzz of Robert Rubbish.

Not long ago he rubbed his chops against mine, I felt comfort, like that from an old dog and it remnded me of life's initial friction, being born.

Notes from the ether. No 1

2010-02-19T02:28:00.000-08:00

On self publishing.
"I myself create it, edit it, censor it, publish it, distribute it, and get imprisoned for it."
Vladimir Bukovsky.

See here, http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samizdat

Thanks Sveta.

On being posted copies of BB.
I just received your packet and handed out some copies to those who gathered to see what's inside. Then carried on sending the rest to friends in Berlin...
Everybody likes,
Everybody's a fan now.
So we all want to thank you very much for bringing the pleasure back.

Thanks Julie.

See here. http://www.appd.de/

Longe ova dew BB2 Show NEU

2010-02-19T02:01:00.000-08:00

Mutinopia Centre broadcasting on all wavelengths and all known frequencies

When she rolls this is the way she rolls x

His favourite image

Her favourite image

"Yes! And then I said, Oh Tarquin, you really shouldn't have, but he only went and did."

Some brillig and slithy this way comes, slithering forth from the underbelly of Frost-Vandling-Rundall. N16

"No honestly, we'll split it 70/30."

Something on the ceiling.
Images courtesy of ceiling obsessive S Hamilton.
Here.
http://www.rantinnravin.wordpress.com/
If anyone has any more pics send them in for the BB Central Archive.

Kate MacMorrine showing here.......

2010-02-10T05:15:00.001-08:00

Little ray of sunshine Kate MacMorrine is selling works at this thing this weekend.

Go and buy some of her stuff before she becomes too famous and you can't afford it.

I would drink 500 gins etc

2010-02-10T04:46:00.000-08:00

Showing true commitment to the cause, whatever that is, was, or may be, BB photo editor Niall models his post show pout. Carefully honed and perfected by time and at least 8 gins, this look is courtesy of a Notting Hill pavement and a 6 foot 7 punk rocker named Tim. Good night. Great show. Two and a half emptied bars. ten billion dead brain cells. Friendships forged and lost.

Hannah Bays Show Friday

2010-02-08T06:40:00.001-08:00

BB contibutor and art mistress, Hannah Bays is in this show. Harry Pye's 15 Future Art Stars as featured in Art & Music magazine. Friday 12th Feb 2010. 6 - 9pm. 74 Ackroyd Drive, Bow, London E3 4JX.

http://www.hannahbays.com/

new show KxBxC represent

2010-02-05T17:31:00.000-08:00

The Gavin Bennett Interview Process

2010-02-04T04:41:00.000-08:00

Take one street wandering poet/prophet/scat talker, buy him 6 or 7 pints of Guinness
and let the magic take place, this was an improvised drum n bass jazz rap man.
Photo by Niall O'Brien BB photo dictator.

ST MARTINS MA SHOW THING>>>>FRANK LAWS

2010-02-03T02:42:00.001-08:00

BB brick drawer and good egg Frank Laws is on the MA at St Martins and they are having a show tomorrow night in Hoxditch Town Hall, there will be fire breathing naked midgets riding giant bald sheep and free champagne, so get yourself down there, apart from all the former attractions there is bound to be some mega work.

Embracing the information age.

2010-02-03T02:16:00.000-08:00

Look how much he's enjoying it.

Pretty pictures

Frank's bricks

Walter's whimsy

(Frank and Walters, ha ha what a coincidence)

Just in case you've been abroad, in prison, hiding under a rock or have recently gone blind, (actually this won't help if that has happened but you get the idea)

Here are some pages from BARE BONES No 2.

The rest you can view online as a down loadable PDF,

you can even print the fecker yourself.

How exciting!

DOWNLOAD HERE

http://www.harrymalt.com/onlineLow.pdf

Thanks to Ricardo for maximising our online capability viewing opportunity potential.

BB Photoman Niall O Brien Solo Show Innit

2010-01-19T01:07:00.000-08:00

This will be a mega show, Niall is a cross between Larry Clark, Spotty from Superted and a Dunhill model. If that isn't reason alone to come I don't know what is. Feb 1st 2010.

Tonight Tonight

2009-12-17T03:32:00.000-08:00

Thursday 17th December
6.30 – 11.00pm
The Maurice Einhardt Neu Gallery invite you to spend money @ ‘Bare Bones’

25 artist 40 illustrations each for the BB Issue2 Series of 1000
£20.00 each

Featuring drawing on a window by Harry Malt

Featuring live performance by The Rubbish Men @ 8.00pm

Cheap Bar with No Food.

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THE MAURICE EINHARDT NEU GALLERY
www.neugalleries.com
info@neugalleries.com
30a REDCHURCH STREET London E2 7DP
+44 (0)20 7729 7948

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ISSUE//SHOW NUMBER TWO//

2009-12-07T08:32:00.000-08:00

Here we can see the wheels in motion, brains synched in a beautiful unison. This is as they say, Blue Sky Drinking/Thinking. The concentration and discussion palpable. Knowing when to stop being the key to most things, we did what we had to do and then stopped. The show has happened but there is still plenty going on. Get down to the Neu Gallery and check it out.

A selction of the A5 artworks are also available on line through the gallery.

Or call Ana, gallery manager, lamuchen lover and all round good sort.

http://www.neugalleries.com/artwork/

BARE BONES SHOW THURSDAY 3RD DECEMBER 6-10. NEU GALLERY. REDCHURCH STREET ART.BOOZE.NOISE

2009-11-30T10:11:00.001-08:00

Das ist ein Bare Bones Stampel........

2009-11-25T09:17:00.001-08:00

There are going to be 100's of these little puppies hung up in the gallery. Aim is to do 1000 throughout the course of the show. All one off images with our stamp of BB approval on the back. Numbered innit.

Werk

2009-11-24T05:26:00.001-08:00

E-Bumpf

2009-11-23T02:02:00.001-08:00

http://www.neugalleries.com/exhibitions/bare-bones-issue-2/

BARE BONES SHOW NUMBER ~ TWO

2009-11-10T08:23:00.000-08:00

Commencing the 3rd December 2009 Bare Bones will be inhabiting MEN gallery. Launching No.2. Selling original artwork, curating events, including nudity, vertical impediment, loud music, friends, booze and honest artistic endeavour. Not to be missed for scoffed at, we are on the cusp of a seizmic event, people align the signs are good, we are healthy and keen. Come with an open mind, gullet and wallet.

Premature thanks go to the protagonists owners of said space.

Tell your friends. Or tell your e-friends,

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000112864270&ref=profile#/profile.php?id=100000112864270&ref=profile

http://www.neugalleries.com/

Hello Sailor

2009-09-16T08:44:00.001-07:00

Bare Bones In Dazed&Confused

2009-07-29T06:05:00.001-07:00

Here sits our first piece of photo press. appearing in that organ of all current and correct, Dazed & Confused. A memento to their last gallery show and a record of further explorations into the fields of self promotion and cider consumption. Gloriously parading our first hurdle triumph and subsequent celebration. Skirt over the nimbys at the top and focus down to where it was at and shall continue to be. Bare Bones.

BB at the V&A

2009-07-10T04:12:00.000-07:00

This is what happened when we went to the V&A last week, we were awarded our very own hand made warning label. Quite sweet really. According to our V&A woman, who having previously read the entire thing and not seen anything objectionable, it was one complaint that caused the removal of all of the free copies from the main entrance. Although it is hard to understand what was so explicit, the moral guardians actions to appease the sensitive someone, prevented hundreds of people from having the chance to make their own decision.

With thoughts of free speech and anti censorship in mind we took it upon ourselves to give them out anyway. Over sensitivity mangled with a stingey, prudish sense of morality are stinking glue binding the progression of art and culture and should not be pandered to, even by public institutions like the grand old V&A. As it says over the main entrance,

"The excellence of every art must consist in the complete accomplishment of its purpose."

We do not aim to offend for the sake of offence, that would be too easy,

To provide an alternative to the mulch of sub-Heat quality free press, that perhaps provokes thought rather than Daily Mail knee jerk indignation is our aim and to it we stick.

And the beer was £3.50 a bottle, now that is offensive.

Bare Bones In Full Frontal Nude Shocker

2009-06-10T08:36:00.000-07:00

Leigh Fox Cover

2009-06-10T08:35:00.000-07:00

Leigh Fox sketchbook pages // Intro section + Roll Call

Bill Bragg

Steph von Reiswitz

Frank Laws

Heretic Print Studio

2009-06-10T08:34:00.000-07:00

Kate McMorrine

Harry Malt

Robert Rubbish

Walter Newton

Leigh Fox Poster

2009-06-10T08:32:00.000-07:00

Amelia Johnstone

Stephen Fowler

Niall O'Brien

Simon Dara

Neal Fox

2009-06-10T08:30:00.000-07:00

Hannah Bays

Chris Bianchi

Richard Milward // Gary Fairfull

Leigh Fox Interviewed by Amah rose McKnight Abrams

Leigh Fox Cover Poster

BB Show MAY 2009

2009-06-03T08:59:00.001-07:00

For legal reasons these are the only two pictures we can show you of the show for the moment. It's still up, go check it out. 112-116 Old Street, go see Kirsty behind the desk, take her an ice cream and tell her hello. Pick up your copy of the BB free paper, look out for it in all shops and plastered all over tube trains and buses in the wee hours. Spread your Bones. Photos Dai Williams. Fanks.

http://www.daiwilliams.com

Ladders Arm Work Wall Paper Paste

2009-06-03T05:57:00.000-07:00

Seen here casually putting the finishing touches to the first BB show in the Dazed & Confused gallery last week before nipping off to the pub for a shower and to brush our teeth. Returning to the opening we discovered we didn't have enough free beer, luckily D&C is sandwiched inbetween an offie and a kebab shop so no one went without and we all had fun, some of us too much. Pictures of the finished thing, coming soon. Thanks John Paul, Matt Dudd, Gary for his bar, the philosophical taxi driver/potential murderer and everyone else who helped.

Turning Up Thee Heat

2009-05-22T03:49:00.001-07:00

Once he gets going there is no stopping him, like a run away train, driver has long since jumped off, the brakes are shot and the boiler is fit to bursting, the monsterous man machine from fair Maltese shores ups the ante, printing flyers like a madman. They pulled his toot, he lost his baccy and his moped got a flat, can't hold a good man down.

BB ON DD

2009-05-19T08:52:00.001-07:00

Check it out on techno colour e-world hyper reality vision.

http://dazeddigital.com/ArtsAndCulture/article/3305/1/Bare_Bones_at_The_Dazed_Gallery

Ye Score

2009-05-15T05:36:00.000-07:00

BARE BONES,

Providing bespoke written/ranted/drawn/cut/carved/copied work.

Profile, interview and portrait of a featured artist.

Curated, funded and distributed quarterly by it’s contributors.

We are not in this for the greater good, this is a coin-op co-op.

There are no flies on us.

BARE BONES

Barely another bright eyed example of the present trend for non-electronic human communication,

this is a modern day Jack London loitering about in the rough heat of the self promotional art ego wasteland.

The scaffold on which were are hung, temporarily it supports us but will inevitably crumble like old bones and end up a pile of spidery dust.

Grab this bullshit by the horns and hop onto our tabloid eye junket.

Consider this timely opportunity for you to loaf and invite inspiration straight into

your hands.

Dismiss it at your peril, remain your own worst enemy, snatch up a

London-Metro-Lite-Paper and shuffle on.

By answering only to ourselves and supporting each other we are our own best friends and future.

Put Bare Bones in your pipe and smoke it.

IN THE BEGINNING THERE WAS....

2009-05-12T09:20:00.001-07:00