Miniature versions of ourselves have long provided insight: Lilliput announced loudly that English politicians were morons, while Honey We Shrunk Ourselves announced loudly that Hollywood producers were Moranis. Now, hit a celebrated tiny-fier's first indoor show: Slinkachu's Concrete Ocean, opening tonight at the Andipa Gallery.
Ocean is a celebration of Slinkachu's "miniature street sculpture", which has the pseudonymous Londoner creating 1:87 scale model-railway-figure dioramas all over the city, where they're photographed, then left for the public to stumble upon, bringing either delight, or depression once they realize that no, they cannot have Ronnie Corbett's autograph. The specific scenes, which will play out on seemingly uprooted tarmac and concrete, are a closely guarded secret, though one piece will definitely be "The Natives", wherein a protruding paving slab exposes an open sewer topped with tourists staring at an Easter Island statue covered in graffiti -- no doubt extolling the underground gangsta Rapa, Nui. Meanwhile, the walls will host photos of scenes currently still out on the streets (where many remain undiscovered), including "Boys Own Adventures" (vandalous kids set to throw a LEGO brick onto a Wandsworth motorway), a lonely umbrella-wielding man in "Downpour", and, amidst a puddle atop a palm-treed island made from a half tennis ball, a woman with a fat Speedo-wearing bloke who, for all we know, could actually be Tim Henman.
There'll be a limited run of prints on sale too, from "Background Noise" (a tiny figure wearing now-giant earbuds), to "Unwanted Ones" with its chav sullenly sitting on a huge Skittle, and a hoodie-wearing man trying to fly a bubblegum wrapper kite, labeled "High Expectations" -- something that, considering it went straight to video, Honey We Shrunk Ourselves clearly was immune to.