Swinish behaviour: turning my Buzzcocks t-shirt into hideous art

A few months back I was revelling in the destruction of my ancient Buzzcocks t-shirt. Cutting it up and saying - oh so impressively - that I was going to do something "artistic" with it. I reckoned I was going to rework the semi-legendary Linder design (woman with iron for a head). Yeah, right. Course I would. More like dump the tatty piece of cloth in a drawer and just leave it there - right? Wrong! Linder has now been Linder-ed. Malcolm Garrett er, Malcolm Garrett-ed (garotted?). Or something. Anyway, here's my humble offering:

Nice, no? No ...? Anyway, I like it. And to zoom in a little ... 

Staying abreast of the news: detail from the collage

Yes, the news is finally confirmed. Punk is, in actual fact, dead. Deceased. Sad news for all of us. Anyway, read my blog here about why I cut up the t-shirt in the first place. And, if you can bear it, there's plenty more in that vein - eg doing a similar hatchet job on an equally old Buzzcocks poster, chopping up my Joy Division Still LP cover and ... well that's enough of that for now. As I've said before, I genuinely think this is worth doing whether or not it leads to the production of spellbounding new works of art. Even the sense of cutting up supposely "valuable" stuff is liberating. And it's DIY in action, no? The punk ethos used against punk, you might say. As Andrew Krivine's excellent design book showed in abundance, punk and new wave was positively bursting with exciting art and design, and that legacy is still very powerful. However, it doesn't mean we have to bow down and worship this stuff. I dunno, maybe some people see my amateur art offerings and think: You tore it up, what a hideous crime / You tore it up, you're a bloody swine, bloody swine / You're a bloody swine, you're a bloody swine / You're a swine.