Pointeso Art Scene

South Bridge.

X is gazing in the direction of a blue tit hopping from branch to branch. A hooded walker smiles briefly through X as he walks towards the Tiller Conglomerates outpost. The Vaconsoft Parkway executives are nowhere to be seen on this Saturday morning as they luxuriate in a weekend of prescribed leisure.

The sky has turned predominately grey. A warning sign flashes amber on the periphery of the business park zone 24.

A distant radio commentary echoes through a road vent someplace or other.

‘…and Pointeso are leading by three goals to nil already…’

Tune out.

Young children’s voices turn out to be two girls rambling around the Parkway aimlessly in their late teens. They climb the underside of the service area bridge.

Girl A: Black hair, black leather jacket.

Girl B: Platinum hair, white sports jacket.

Girl A: Climbs the embankment underneath the bridge and leans against a metal panel…eyes glazed and transfixed by the cool screen of her mobile phone.

X scans across to the freeway marker peeping out over the synthetic plastic trees.

M245 – South Bound.

Pointeso Centrale, Hayescale.

A spot of rain.

Girl A: Slides down the concrete scuffing the leather on her jacket. She’s yelling something incomprehensible to girl B.

Girl B precariously navigates the manicured grass bank.

Girl B picks up a carrier bag and slides it down the concrete slope.

A middle-aged doleful looking couple are making their way across the bridge. A guy in a fluorescent top jogs by.

Middle-aged couple reappear and venture past the teenagers as a moorhen screeched a digitised call.

Girl A and girl B walk out of view. A halcyon moment passes.

The traffic continues to roll across the concrete slab on the Southside of the bridge.

Outer Pointesian new art Topography.

You needn’t mourn the lower Pointeso art scene, all but gentrified out of existence. Today’s Left Vale artists are just a subway line away from the major downtown galleries, in areas where business park start up units are still comparatively cheap and artists have room to network in PR friendly non-place environs. Though the emerging talents of Pointeso come from all over the sporting state area, the heat in this intense market is radiating from several concentrations of future stars, located in established art enclaves like Battery Rowside and Pentonvilla as well as new ones like Vaconsoft Parkway and Outer Enclavica.

Vaconsoft Parkway (Substitute).

Who’s there: Former Pointeso School of Art students Aimee Slighte, Mikar Hellaso Yenna Johannah, Caleb Miac, and current student Traye Wilmin; former Studio Networkosa in Novia resident artist Fabio Ortega; friends eager to maintain a sense of decentred community and escape rising lower Pointeso rents.

Hangouts Keller Hause or Microvia for lunch; the posh new Sadeloy for late drinks. “They let us in on a neutral adhoc basis,” says Hellaso. Adds Slighte, “We can stay in the studio much later.”

Galleries: Matron Gallec “is wonderful about showing people in the area,” says art critic John Charlton. And the Airtile in Outer Circuit. Naze Vale is still the place to be seen.

Artistic Vibe:Wry dry laconic sardonic humour. Vague edginess.

Atmophere: Socializing starts (and often ends) in The Naze Vale Outlets.

Corporate Lakeside.

X moved along Pertonica Park…and across the slick tarmac of Pertonica Way.

Goods in.

Vending machine cups sponsored by Helton Associates strewn in the tended hedgerows. A lucozade sun bathed the edges of Vaconsofia. Cast aside fingerless gloves…black in the gleaming gutter.

Golden rope tapped on the flagless poles outside the mythical Drancott building. Flapping blue plastic blew atop the Kerslavia Networking Parlour…lone car parked on roadside…nervy learner driver…cold hands grip the steering wheel…lone unmarked car pulls away…a single magpie waits on top of a corrugated roofed factory…a mossy path – walk off what is already beaten…dead leaves…reminded of a college campus…another blue hair net…a lake devoid of wildfowl…the broken water fountain concrete disc lies at the angle of jaunty – a slipped halo in the centre of lake corporate…solar panel… the subsidence on the path ripples in sympathy with the jaded H2O…X feels overlooked…nuts and bolts hold secure the billboard…Gensella Parkway…design and build opportunities are also available…Noflaz Corporates…GDX Manipulates Consultancy…a hair band and rusted metal.

The Metrolla Art Hub

The 17.30 hours traffic began to slowly empty from Vaconsoft Parkway. X listened as headlights switched on. Red lights glowed briefly as the cars approached numerous junctions of the business park.

Cars unlocked…orange lights…doors opening…doors closing.

Wind.

A solitary bird call. Headlights blinding. Friday night escapees.

X glanced at the commercial breaks beaming from the LCD screen of Inventa House advertising real estate alongside the opening of The Oval New Contemporaries show.

An ex-art student in Olby muses with mother on the success of a friend she’s just spotted in the top 100 of the hip Pointeso Dayscreamer Emerging Arts Journal.

Ex student A: ‘I can’t believe that she’s getting all this recognition whilst I’m stuck here. I’ve been trying so hard but it’s just rejection after rejection. I mean, she was a dirty cow in our house… mouldy wet towels lying all over the show…nicotine stained fingernails… Who did all the cleaning around the gaff eh? Yours truly.’ The bitter ex – student points in the direction of her swelling belly.

Mother: ‘Well you know what they say dontcha? -money goes to money. The baby is the important thing now. It’s the posh one’s who are always the scruffy cows anyway. I can spot ‘em a mile off luv…they never polish their shoe heels and always stand on your right hand side to get the upper hand. Your time will come…’

Ex student A: ‘She does all that schmoozing around all the art directors and keeps goin’ on about the importance of rigorous research and shit…’

Mother: ‘Aye…they all talk with plums in their gobs’

Ex student reads ‘Auld Mater’ a short bit of the blurb:

‘Fingers crossed Secoza will be making neo – geometric floor piece at the Naze Vale outpost space Airportella as these arranged, fragile seeming assemblages are knockouts. Her floor and wall pieces have collage feel but with more of an early nineties surrogate latent graphic sensibility.’

Two days later Amellie Secoza reads a message on her social network page on a coffee break at Airportella.

‘Hi Melzie, just seen your piece in the Dayscreamer Arts Journal…congrats…well impressed…must meet up for coffee…I’m in Pointeso in two weeks time…’