Welcome to our New Website!

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Bojo the Clown here bringing you greetings from the Westbury People’s Gallery – the foremost on street art gallery in Westbury Crescent.

If like me you’re bored of endless reports and investigations into supposed crimes and misdemeanours you honestly never did (or at least can’t remember) then why not peruse this wonderful site just opening up to the world (as I may have to if that girly swot Keir and his mates get their way).

So, what’s the gallery up to this bleak midwinter month?

Well, the new website is here – yes right here thanks to Julian Dourado and Jane Yates.

Alex Singleton or ASBirdman is the artist of the month – there will be a retrospective of some of his work at the gallery for the last few years which I am pleased to say features delightful depictions of me and my friend Donald.

Jane Yates is spreading word of the gallery throughout TikTok and Twitter

And outside of that, you can find here films of me, books of me, songs of me and soon there will even be a board game featuring – guess who? – ME !! Actually, there are loads and loads of artists here and even the ones not painting or drawing me are still pretty good.

Do have a wonderful day!

Worshipping Jeff Bezo’s Big Rocket

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Worshipping Jeff Bezo's big rocket and 72 specially selected Ferrero Rochers

A detail from the “Altar of Material Apotheosis”, featuring a scale model of Jeff Bezos’s New Shepard rocket, 777 flawless diamonds and 72 specially selected Ferrero Rocher chocolates. Part of the Westbury People’s Gallery exhibition/happening “Goodbyee!” held in September 2021.

The House of Commons in the Time of Covid

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The House of Commons in 2020, by Alex Singleton

It was empty, there was no one left. Inadequacy at every level left the historical room empty. A few pigeon feathers blowing around from a tiny draft caused by a door left ajar. A once great establishment stood still. No more deals made in times of recessions, Catastrophic policy-making and pandemics. Disaster economics had worked well. The fat elite had buffered off to Grand Cayman whilst we the punters were left feeding off landfill sites. The empty shell of the commons was a measure of our times. History would talk about these dark times with disbelief. But it was all true, for once historical facts had not been distorted. The Island of fools stood as a symbol of how not to do things for all eternity. The digital mark was left in every computer on the planet.