The Big Fuss - brainchild of Artists David Lee BA Fine Art and partner in crime, Mr. Zeager Jones, has remained loyal to its concept of supporting and enhancing the local Welsh Art scene for many years.By offering Artists of all genres and experiences a professional, down-to-earth service of personal one-to-one direction – Our aim has been to provide as many Artists with the help, guidance and exposure their Art deserves.In its relatively short existence, The Big fuss has obtained tremendous encouragement from Artists in Wales and across the country. Our personal development as well as our geographical stance has matured too with time, and we have focussed our efforts into getting up and coming student artists, and unsigned bands on board with our project.What we offer, which our feedback indicates - is a strong creative community spirit, the likes of which happily leaves negativity and pretentiousness at the door. An art for Arts sake attitude is our driving force and to see more creativity and the use of Welsh Artistic talent is our ongoing endeavour.Our greatest achievement we believe is the knowledge that even though we have a small group of directors, our workforce far outweighs that. By having talented and dedicated Artists, all over Wales supporting us in any way they can too and by spreading the word about us, our concepts are reaching more talented people than ever before.It really has become one big family.If you think you might be interested in becoming a part of this revolution, please email [email protected] and we will be glad to have you on board.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~The BIG Fuss are for an art that is political - erotical -mystical, that does something more than sit on its arse in a museum.The BIG Fuss are for an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all, an art given the chance of having a starting point of zero.The BIG Fuss are for an art that embroils itself with the everyday insanity and comes out on top.The BIG Fuss are for an art that imitates the human, the comic, if necessary.The BIG Fuss are for an art that takes its form from the lines of life itself, that twists and extends and accumulates and spits and drips, and heavy and coarse and blunt and sweet and stupid as life itself.The BIG Fuss are for an art who vanishes, turning up in a white cap paintings signs on hallways.The BIG Fuss are for an art out of a doggy's mouth, falling five stories from the roof.The BIG Fuss are for an art that a kid licks, after peeling away the wrapper.The BIG Fuss are for an art that flaps like a flag, or helps to blow noses, like a handkerchief.The BIG Fuss are for an art that is put on and taken off, like pants, which develop holes, like socks, which is eaten, like a piece of pie, or abandoned with great contempt, like a piece of shit.The BIG Fuss are for an art covered in bandages, that limps and rolls and runs and jumps.We are for an art that comes in a can, or washes up on the shore.We are for an art that coils and grunts like a wrestler, and sheds hair.We are for an art that you can sit on, or you can pick, like a nose or stub your toes on.The BIG Fuss are for an art from a pocket, from deep channels of the ear, from the edge of a knife, from the corners of a mouth, stuck in the eye or worn on the wrist.The BIG Fuss are for an art of the converstation between the pavement and the sound of the blind mans metal stick.The BIG Fuss are for an art that grows in a pot, that comes out of the skies at night, like lightening, that hides in the clouds and growls.We are for an art that can be switched on and off like a switch.The BIG Fuss are for an art that unfolds like a map, that you can squeeze, like your lovers arm, or a kiss, like a pet dog.We are for an art that expands and squeaks, like an accordion, and art that you can spill your dinner on, like an old tablecloth.The BIG Fuss are for an art that you can hammer with, stitch with, sew with, paste with, file with.The BIG Fuss are for an art that tells you the time of day, or where such and such a street or shop is.The BIG Fuss are for an art that helps old ladies cross the street.The BIG Fuss are for an art of the washing machine.We are for an art that comes up in the fogs of sewers in the winter.We are for an art that splits when you step into a frozen puddle.We are for an art of the worm inside your apple.We are for an art of sweat that develops between crossed legs.The BIG Fuss are for an art of neck hair and caked tea-cups.The BIG Fuss are for an art of taxis.We are for an art of ice-cream dropped on concrete. We are for an art of dog poo rising majestically like cathedrals.The BIG Fuss are for an art of bread wet by rain.We are for an art of a rat dancing through our local train station.We are for an art of a fly walking on a slick pear.The BIG Fuss are for the art of rust and mold.We are for the art of hearts. Funeral hearts or love hearts, full of sugar.We are for the art that swings from meathooks.The BIG Fuss are for an art that is lost or thrown away, coming home from school.We are for the art of crayons and grey pencils, grainy wash and sticky oil paint. The art of windscreen wipers, and the art of a finger mark on a cold window, on a dusty steel, or in the bubbles on the side of the bath.The BIG Fuss are for Grade A art, Grade D art, And every grade in between art, Regular price art, yellow rice paper art, Extra fancy art, Ready-to-eat art, Best-for-less art, Ready-to-cook art, Fully cleaned art, Spend less art, Eat better art, Ham art, Pork art, and not forgetting Chicken art.The BIG fuss stands for Art for Arts sake...
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