A Visit to the Moniker and Other Art Fair

As a beachside country cousin I normally avoid trips to London, my constitution rattled by the city dynamics, but there are days when the city brightens my day and this weekend was one of them. Driving through Whitechapel, my mind refuelled with memories from my childhood, the names on the shops change but the rest remains, the mannequined shop windows, the eclectic mix of architecture and people, sights and smells that pulled me back. As I turned into Brick Lane I suddenly became aware of the throngs of people that had the same plan as me, a visit to the Moniker and Other Art Fair, busy was an under estimate. But car parking achieved I ventured on.

My day blossomed as both fairs opened up their doors. Walking around my eyes and mind feasted on the talents that lined the walls, it’s easy to be a critic but why would you be when there is so much to admire. As I get older I have come to understand that I don’t need to follow trends or direction and I don’t have to like a piece of work to appreciate it, in fact discomfort in an art work is something I have come to enjoy, I now take the stand that if it makes me think then it has worked its magic, if it makes me question it has served me well.

The sea of creativity at the fair was immense and it is almost nonsensical to single out individual artists but of course there were several artist that floated my particular boat in the fairs: I loved the work of J Roldan, his work Misunderstood Princess III, intrigued and visually excited me. Etienne Clements Boudoir photographic masterpiece with it’s secretly saucy vignette moments and French artist Albens resin sculptures which intrigued and entertained me and the undoubtedly skilful artistry of Oliver Leger and his beguiling drawings. But my most moving moment came viewing the work of photographer Giles Duley. His stark powerful portraits of refugees truly affected me and I felt humbled and overwhelmed by their sense of spirit. To stand in front of those portraits and be completely absorbed into those faces was not something I had expected, but I challenge anyone to look at that work and not be moved.

So my day came to an end but I can say with hand on heart it if you cut through the commercial hype the best thing about events like these is that it is so great to be able to just for a few hours immerse yourself in the creative talent that lies behind so many doors and on top of that a few hours spent sampling the fantastic array of street food can only leave you a happy human being. Thank you Brick Lane for a great day.