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About Michael St.Mark

Conceptual / experimental multi-discipline artist, writer and photographer. Art influencer and founder of London Dada, recalling Dada's original aims and principles as envisaged by it's founder Hugo Ball. Eschews the often politically-motivated taboo on expressions of critical thought within art. Admiring Duchamp in going beyond the seemingly endless infatuation with the ' pretty picture' retinal and instead refusing to accept the standards and practices of an established corrupt art world and creatively stifling conventions that are still considered essential to attain fame and financial success: refusing to repeat himself or to develop one recognizable style to placate the commercial needs of the market.

Work No. 289, International Mix Connoisseur

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International Mix Connoisseur
c. 2007 Michael St.Mark

Archway, London N.

( “International mix” is a street term for a variety of tobaccos retrieved from street-discarded cigarette butt-ends that impoverished folk mix and use to form “fresh” roll-ups. Click on the image for a larger version )

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London Dada work 287 A "Burgundy" Tale

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A “Burgundy” tale
c. 2007 Michael St.Mark

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At the Spar checkout in Biggar, South Lanarks Scotland – a wee toon of about 10,000 denizens – stood a rather portly white-collared dark jumper-wearing chap, remonstrating with the shop assistant over the fineties of his Lotto ticket.
My eyes riveted upon his person, for here was one of those gents who’s skin Alpenglow hue reminded one of workouts and all-round out-of-season suntans ( in Scotland?! ) and an enviable quality of life. Although virtually bald, his entire head emitted a Burgundy glow of astounding proportions, I jest you not.
I thought no more as I exited the shop with my milk and Jaffa Cakes slung low in a day glow SPAR carry bag.

Wandering up the bustling main street with the digicam at the ever-ready, looking for Dada… I found none.
Before crossing the road and returning to the van, I glanced across to a boutique named “Burgundy”.
And who should be sitting with his profile near its upstairs flat window, as if watching television, but the very same burgundy-hued gent I had espied in the Spar not 5 minutes earlier!

That’s how “Burgundy” was born. They say life is a One-ness and occasionally one has to wonder.