London’s Three Word Commission matchmakes a winsome roster of mostly East End artists with three-word prompts, puts their keys in a bowl, gives them some mushroom cookies and then sets them free in the anarchic yonder of imagination that is low-to-no presh art-making. Here, Steven Quinn creates a natural habitat for banana + dog + space, Hattie Stewart lays hands on NYC + triangle + fluorescent and finds a muse, and Rose Blake, daughter of Sir Peter Blake, conjures an homage to Magic Eye for this lonely enthusiast for whom earnestness is the wallpaper, water and air in a land of thunderbirds + love + Union Jack.

London’s Three Word Commission matchmakes a winsome roster of mostly East End artists with three-word prompts, puts their keys in a bowl, gives them some mushroom cookies and then sets them free in the anarchic yonder of imagination that is low-to-no presh art-making. Here, Steven Quinn creates a natural habitat for banana + dog + space, Hattie Stewart lays hands on NYC + triangle + fluorescent and finds a muse, and Rose Blake, daughter of Sir Peter Blake, conjures an homage to Magic Eye for this lonely enthusiast for whom earnestness is the wallpaper, water and air in a land of thunderbirds + love + Union Jack.


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