Get The Easton Look has been living up to is mission statement – ‘a visual archive of Easton’s aesthetic ephemera, particularly charming examples of guerrilla recycling and site specific community art installations using found objects,’ since approximately 2014.
I started the group and have acted as an occasional curatorial voice since its inception; now I feel I must step down as the winds of change are blowing me in a different direction, far, far away from Easton and its mattresses and sofas.
As these winds blow, I think of the sweet and mournful music of a half crushed Tyskie can, its gentle tinkling melody drifting through the night air, a reminder of the place I once knew.
I think of the moments we have shared; could they be lost forever too, disappearing into the ether, like so many King Size Rizlas in the damp? Discarded and forgotten, like the Police cordon tape in the nearest available bin to the Jolly Roger on a Sunday morning?
No; we must have a permanent record. A book perhaps? That is what the people* demanded. And that, two years after they demanded it, is exactly what they are getting.
* – four of them
