2007 by Banksy
Pollard Street, Bethnal Green
One of the most compelling things about Banksy’s art is its magic of appearance, unannounced his works materialise; something rather special in an overly planned, seemingly regulated world. There is something distinctly pleasing in the unexpected, even more so when it is art playful and provocative to the eye. Here our characteristic double yellow line, painted to warn, rule and dictate, glides up the pavement with ease, curving against its line before growing up the wall to burst into bloom. The flower is large, magnificent towering above our heads, and happily yellow from its road-marking roots; deliberately not altering the colour, Banksy has morphed colour of warning to sunshine. More than this we are then given the source, as the artist sits on his can gazing as us, his roller-brush in hand, precise and characteristic in Banksy’s monotone style. His face is expressionless, but his act, in its amusement and mischief, gives him all the emotion in our eyes. The art alone is enough, had he been given facial expression the simplicity, the astute execution, of the work would have been lost, such is the subtlety of Banksy’s judgement. He knows just when to stop and, thankfully, when not to.