Imagine if your nan, who was heavily influenced by 80s and 90s hip hop, tried to make you a really nice cake…

Progressive political activists have carried a torch for hip-hop since its earliest days in the 1970s. The voiceless had pushed their way onto the world's stage, rapping about their experiences. The most significant records of rap's “Golden Age” of the late 80s and early 90s were some of the most explicitly politically charged music of all time. Artists like Public Enemy and Ice Cube put millions of young people through a profound paradigm shift: exposing everything they had been told about the way the world works as a lie. Hip-hop has been one of the biggest radicalisation tools of all-time.

Furthermore, eating is one of the rap's most pervasive obsessions. Sometimes, food is used as a cultural signifier to describe the rags-to-riches journey, which might start with Tesco value donuts but end with Michel Roux Jr gateaux. At other times it plays into metaphors of consumption, with artists such as Fifty Cent saying "I love you like fat kid love cake." Though purists balked at this corny line, Fiddy knew exactly what he was doing: turning a nation of consumers into gangster-rap fans.

Today, all over the world, traditional craft-forms such as cake-making are being radicalised in a similar way and revived in response to the near collapse of accelerated consumer capitalism witnessed in 2008. As a result of being broke and disillusioned we have become more political, more resourceful, and more creative.

With titles of some of the best hip-hop resistance tracks of all time personally hand-rendered in icing I've combined two of my favourite things into a set of six baketivism posters.

The prints were a highlight of the RARE BREEDS contemporary art market at East London's Residence Gallery, June-July 2013, and are now presently featured in Urban Life at the Daniel Libeskind Space, London.

A set of cards are now available exclusively at Artwords bookshop, Shoreditch.



Photography by Carmen de Wit
With thanks to Stuart Doig and my Grandma