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    Branded discontent: Tîn Droi by Bedwyr Williams

    November 28, 2025

    Can creative content be art? This question worried me as I picked up Tîn Droi by artist Bedwyr Williams. This book is published by the National Trust, commissioned by National Trust Cymru and promotes National Trust properties in Wales. So, I asked myself, whose beloved property is the end product?

    The National Trust has had long association with artists, who generally emerge with their integrity in tact. Although conservative with a small ‘c’, they don’t make bombs or robotic soldiers: a good patron, then, much better in fact than, say, the Borgias.

    But the Welsh artist is a prickly art world figure who, through longstanding use of a viral Instagram feed, has been using iPad drawings to satirise peers, along with the English, curators, second home owners, wearers of trendy footwear and, occasionally, writers. ‘No one is safe,’ observed an artist friend.

    That IG feed is frequently hil.arious. In a style that is perfectly suited for the graphic novel he has now produced, Williams has developed a strong roster of characters and provides access to their inner lives. What they can smell, what they try to imagine, what makes them insecure but also too  frequently what they hate. This contempt is absent from Tîn Droi. It would have to be.

    The number of characters developed by Williams must number around two dozen by now. This book is a development of just two: a female airbnb cleaner and a male, plus size fashion victim. The longform was at first boring; no one to laugh at here/too much unpopulated scenery. But this unlikely collab, between a misanthropic bard and the marketing dept of a patriotic charity, ultimately works and goes deep.

    Spending extended time with the cleaner as she judges and vapes softened me towards her. She is a curious, isolated woman, with a past of her own, searching for her place amidst these ruins. At the same time the ‘Man who absolutely loves clothes’, who has always made me chuckle into my phone, now has my sympathy. He too has enough love of life to get out and around to these historic properties. 

    And as if taking a break from showing masochistic cultural workers how the rest of the world sees them, via Instagram, Williams uses these 160 pages to show a heritage audience how two everyday people might see places of historic interest. 

    There are few dates, events, names or other historical facts. There are instead details you might at times overlook, from signage to cattle grids, tombstones to bench plaques, graffiti, electrical fittings, statues wrapped for winter, and of course the occasional antique. Perhaps by way of a nod to the origins of the project there are also plenty of smartphone interactions.

    Rather than Can content be art? the question becomes Can art be content? On the evidence of this book, it is both content and discontent. In William’s intimate and honest audience survey — for a sample of two fictional characters — the customer satisfaction levels are ambiguous. That incalculability reflects well on both artist and client.

    Tîn Droi is available for £14.99 here. Bedwyr Williams can be found on Instagram here. And there is a launch at Galeri Caernarfon on 5/12/25 at 6.30pm. The book’s protagonists might be there, in spirit at least.

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    Bedwyr Williams, Strafed (2012)

    May 31, 2016

    strafed

    “Strafing is the military practice of attacking ground targets from low-flying aircraft using aircraft-mounted automatic weapons ranging from machine guns to auto cannons or rotary cannons.”

    Armed with this knowledge, if not this hardware, we can safely say that Williams’ picnic suite appears to be the worse for an encounter with an airborne machine gun. In an English garden.

    This piece can now be seen in the garage of a semi detached house on the fringes of Luton. Were it not for the swiss cheese look, this table and chairs would invite you to sit down for a lemonade.

    But your aspirations have been punctured 1001 times with a drill bit (I would guess 8mm). A pair of cheerful sunseekers here would have been riddled with lead and each sprung a hundred leaks.

    Such violence is out of proportion to a harmless pretension: the Great British pursuit of fresh air, conspicuous ownership of a small lawn, and proximity to the prize begonias. Or is the strike justified?

    How many wars have been fought on behalf of people in suburban gardens, who enjoy peace and quiet, even as young combatants fall and families much like theirs become collateral damage?

    Something about these stackable white chairs enrages artists. In 1990, it was Damien Hirst who called down a plague upon our twee seasonal dining arrangements, and I wrote about it here.

    Of course, the 90s were innocent times. No one could foresee the creeping outbreak of a long war in which our guns, our planes, and even our sanctions would bring so much death to the Gulf.

    That said, this mise-en-scène reads like friendly fire, a trigger happy over-reaction by a Spitfire ace. The destruction wrought in Strafed is out of time, out of place, out of hand.

    You might ask: how could the neighbours have been so unlucky? And you might reflect: I could be next. After all, we are living through the ultimate SNAFU (Situation Normal All Fucked Up).

    Strafed could be seen in Sunridge Avenue Projects, Luton, as one of 11 works on show in the parental home of artist Dominic from Luton. It runs until June 4, by appointment.