The Great British Spraycation
It’s the summer of 2021, and the good citizens of the UK are released from their second COVID lockdown.
Banksy gets in his camper van, drives east and gets busy, dropping ten pieces around the East Anglian coast. Social commentary disguised as seaside fun. Or maybe the other way around.
And he kindly makes a film, verifying he’s the artist, entitled - The Great British Spraycation.
The world wakes up and descends on Great Yarmouth and the surrounding towns. Journalists, pundits, opportunists.
The Banksy is encased in a frame, other pieces get vandalised, the art critics dissect and prognosticate over the meaning.
Then, predictably, the brick-cutter-wielding art establishment descend. Pieces are cut from walls. Millions swap hands.
Hype. Destruction. Greed. The Spraycation becomes a spreadsheet.
Same Old Story.
