Until That Day I Love you Anyway - Tales from the bus stop
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A monument to discovery, romance, ambition or lack of all three.
Sitting in the bus stop waiting for the bus that comes once a day, reading the marks left by previous waiters, building a picture of passing time, imagined journeys, reminiscences, stories true and half true, the epicentre of parochial life. A means of escape, a ferry to the wider world, some buy return tickets some buy singles, some never get on the bus. All life works its way outwards from this slatted wooden hut. Spidery, smelling of creosote, the DNA of previous occupants, Embassy 10 pack, cans of cider, carvings on the walls, a broken lighter. After the bus has been the shelter takes on its secondary function, a meeting point for owners of 50cc and 1.1l. Heroes of a fleeting age, girls, hash, cherry bombs, bass bins, back seat blow jobs.
Having never owned a 50. Harry Malt left the village very green, he lives and works in London. His work often stems from a desire to be somewhere else, FOMO, The collective otherness felt when looking at high altitude jet planes and the journey rather than the destination.
Harry Malt studied at Camberwell Art College. He has shown work internationally and in 2010 founded Bare Bones with Chris Bianchi. Malt also works as an illustrator to pay for the lifestyle to which he has come accustomed.