I shut my mobile in the car door last weekend. “Broken Phone Art” was born ! Here’s the prototype image: “Bee”.
Fittingly, I was arriving at a rather refined exhibition by proper artists Jenny Hall and her sister Jeanine when this transformational moment in the course of Western crossover culture occurred. Anyway, here’s a straw poll on “BPA“:
Jess Maidytup, Future Art Historian, enthused: ““Broken Phone Art” was a profoundly democratic artform. Smashing down the fine art barricades, this literally ground-breaking genre allowed the hand-held zeitgeist to break free. Any dolt with a volt could do BPA – in fact, the clumsier, the better! ”
Noh Dhal Toan, a south-east Asian/southern-oriental London mobile performance artist concurred: “Yes, a £9.98 Samsung from Tescos can be transformed into a timeless, mute masterpiece.” He then mimed: The bee-image floats like a water-lily on the screen and, beneath, the SIM-card hangs, still as a koi. Mounting his unicycle, he tweeted on a tablet: “Yet to reach the SIM at the core, you have to slay the screen. Schrodinger’s Cat, or what ?”
Somewhat less poetically, recently-divorced art-collector Charlie Tiffmeister said: “BPA has recycled the cultural bandwidth – I’d like to shake this guy by the larynx. But I think I’ll just wait for Damian to knock off a couple of 4Gs for me.”
The general public was singularly unimpressed:“Nah…looks like some geezer’s run amok with a fried egg to me, guv. These food bloggers will photoshop anything nowadays, if you ask me. Look, I ran over this bloke’s iPhone 5 outside Tate Modern yesterday…so does that make me Salvador bleedin’ Dali ?” remonstrated Bermondsey taxi-driver Terry Fearne-Homard.
Back to Jess Maidytup for the final word on the passing of this phenomenon: “BPA has put transience on the map forever. It was the crest of a wave, a wharholian tsunami, sluiced down a Bazalgette sewer. Fundamentally, the art world recognized this for what it was: the movement of a moment.”
Private View of “Bee” at the O2: One night only (last Monday)