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London, 30 Septβ7th Oct, One evening over a year ago, skirting around old street roundabout I spied a paste up and straight away was intrigued. An array of naked burlesque girls contorted themselves into the shapes of letters and spelled out a somewhat hard to decipher message. This blatantly eroticised alphabet appeared to announce a rather extreme identity.
Saki and bitches, and little doubt that the bitches in question were disporting themselves for the sexual gratification of Saki. October I began to suspect this was a hoax, a double bluff, some kind of knowing wind up of us over-earnest street art crazy fan boys.
I even began to loathe the artists exploitation of the medium to deliver their self advertising, this one spotted nailed up over a dub on Ladbroke Grove on Carnival weekend was just a bit too much zeitgeist jacking. Carnival weekend, A waning affection for these naughty lined images was revived by the beauty of these transluscent pieces placed on phone boxes and bus shelters, double and triple street art points when you show just a teeny bit more imagination in execution and a location less mundane than the average hall of fame paste up spot.
August When I spotted this over-size buxom cut out figure high up on the old Shoreditch railway sidings then I knew it was time to devote myself at least to a bit of research. Sure enough google located a single entry blog by Saki proclaiming the date and location of a show - β though how under the radar Saki was at this point is indicated by the fact that the first three google hits were for photos and shit posted byβ¦.. September Saki is actually a demure, petite and smiling young ex tokyo-ite living in London for the past 7 years or so.
She admits to a fondness for old school Japanese soft-core, tattoo artist iconography and she enjoys painting female curves. The bulk of the works on show are executed on glass doors from old British Museum display cases, they look about the size of those waist high wooden cabinets with the sloping glass tops dedicated to interminable and obsessively documented moths or middle ages corn dollies.