Waiting at the bus-stop by a particular Tesco Metro in Peckham I usually look for a photo opportunity (despite the bags of shopping hanging off me) such as this one. The hoarding with its ever-changing ‘wallpaper’ provides a zany background to my series of photographs of people also waiting for the bus. Occasionally someone spots what I am doing and they glower. A hazard of street photography.
For reasons I cannot fathom (but hope are now resolved) I have been locked out of my blog site. So, I’m hoping this is not the end but rather the beginning of a new relationship between words, image and screen.
Dreams of a roof over my head and where shall I place my bed..? This is in Peckham where the view is astral, the air plentiful.
The Rye Poets did a performance celebrating mothers on Mother’s Day at the Mum Before Me exhibition held at Jeannie Avent Gallery in East Dulwich. What you can’t see is the audience. Plentiful and so supportive.
How classy! This is my neighbour waiting for her bus into town. This is why we live in Peckham. So very stylish and individual.
Duchamp came across a toilet bowl and deemed it art. I came across a red-haired woman standing in front of the poster of the arty urinal and thought, yes, that’s my kind of art.
In my last blog (see below) I wrote that I might indulge in a spot of self-promotion. No need to: it has been done for my by Peckham Festival. As one of their guest bloggers, they have introduced me as having ‘won multiple awards’. http://www.peckhamfestival.org/blog/3941/guest-post-joan-byrne/
I confess this made me feel embarrassed. I did win Southwark Snapper of the Year, which was marvellous, and third prize at Dulwich Picture Gallery’s Biennial Exhibition. And I was a prize-winner in South Bank Poetry’s urban competition last year. I’m happy with these ‘accolades’ (and not a little surprised) but multi-award winning it does not make me. I just looked up meaning of ‘multiple’ and it can mean ‘more than one’. So, perhaps I should relax and enjoy my five-minutes of fame. Thank you Peckham Festival. Self-promotion: it’s a complicated and heady thing.