5/17/2023 0 Comments Limbo artist![]() The number 280 bus drove through Headington on its route to and from town,passing the shark in both directions. I grew up in the nearby village of Wheatley, a few miles east of Oxford. For one middle-aged man interviewed by the BBC about Untitled 1986, Heine could go sling his hook: ‘I grew up in this town, and in my view the majority of people in this town are sick and tired of the publicity stunts of this crazy Canadian nutcase and if any of the Great British Public wants him on a free transfer they can have him today.’ As proprietor of two local independent cinemas he had previous form, commissioning large sculptures for his theatre façades: a pair of high-kicking cancan dancer legs at Not the Moulin Rouge, a few hundred metres from the shark, and, unfortunately, Al Jolson’s minstrel hands over the entrance to the Penultimate Picture Palace in nearby Cowley. Bill Heine, local radio personality and the owner of the house, explained: ‘The shark was to express someone feeling totally impotent and ripping a hole in their roof out of a sense of impotence and anger and desperation.’ Heine, a US expat, had a reputation for rubbing Oxford residents the wrong way. ‘One question only comes to the lips: Why?’ asked a puzzled BBC reporter at the scene. That spring, USAF Ravens dispatched from nearby Upper Heyford airbase had been seen in the skies over Oxfordshire on their way to bomb Tripoli. This was the era of Chernobyl, the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament and the Greenham Common Women’s Peace Camp. Untitled 1986 arrived the year Gorbachev first mentioned Glasnost. For Buckley it was an oblique gesture of outrage at the existential threat of nuclear annihilation. He installedhis sculpture under cover of night to mark forty-one years since the detonation of the ‘Fat Man’ atomic bomb over Nagasaki on 9 August 1945. The monster – genus Untitled 1986 – had been built from fibreglass by local artist John Buckley. I therefore recommend that the Headington Shark be allowed to remain.’ But any system of control must make some small place for the dynamic, the unexpected, the downright quirky. ![]() Only very recently has there been a proposal for twin baby sharks in the Iffley Road. In the five years since the shark was erected, no other examples have occurred. ‘The first concern is simple: proliferation with sharks (and Heaven knows what else) crashing through roofs all over the City. ‘The Council is understandably concerned about precedent here,’ wrote government inspector Peter Macdonald. The fate of the fish was eventually placed in the hands of central government, and in 1992 the Department of the Environment, encouraged surprisingly by Conservative minister Michael Heseltine, ruled that it could stay. First they cited public safety concerns, then changed tack and accused the shark of violating planning regulations. ![]() Oxford City Council tried to have the predator removed. ![]() ‘I mean, sharks don’t fly, do they?’ She was right. ‘Ooh it makes me mad, I think it’s a damn monstrosity,’ said one neighbour. Jammed inside the slate-tiled roof, tail cursing the sky, this new addition to Oxford’s dreaming spires divided local residents. Like all sharks, it snuck up without asking first. The fish appeared to have plunged head-first from the clouds, although there had been no reports of a freak deluge of cats, dogs and chondrichthyes the previous night. One August morning in 1986, a 25-foot shark became stuck in the attic of a terraced house in Headington, a suburb of Oxford. ![]()
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