Mum Before Me

I have curated (fancy word for organized) an exhibition entitled Mum Before Me where 12 artists have described aspects of their mother’s life before motherhood. The results are as varied as the artists. Since becoming involved in this project I have had many, often touching, conversations about the women who became our doting or otherwise mothers. Exhibition 24/25 September 2016  www.nunheadarttrail.co.uk

We’re in the pink

Rye Poets at Ivy House

Rye Poets at Ivy House

I am a Rye Poet. We are a triangle of poets. We live near Peckham Rye, which is one explanation for our name; the other is that our poetry can be wry. Tonight we will perform at the Ivy House, London’s first community pub. The pub was saved from demoliton a few years ago by achieving status as a community asset. That wasn’t the end of the story. The next move was to get the community to cough up the cash to put the business back on its tremulous feet. And it did. We did. Now the pub  flourishes as a venue for all kinds of entertainment including evenings of poetry and  blues. We’re in the pink!

Homes filled with art

NAT-2015-smaller-fileHow marvellous to live at a time and place where people make art and invite people into their home or studio to see it… a chance to visit friends and strangers and be assured of a welcome. I’m showing work with three other artists; my effort is a collection of photos of mannequins for which I have an uncanny fascination. Each to his own.

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Voting may soon be made illegal

Depending on your politics the election will have left you feeling cast down or jubilant. Personally, I’m stunned. But cheered that here in multi-cultural Peckham/Nunhead we have voted a fetching shade of Red – Harriet Harman was returned with an increased majority – eschewed the Blues, the Yellows and the smelly Kippers. Hurrah. Now what? A revolution, please.

 

True?

True?

Here’s a message from a wall in Peckham. Great – let’s all give voice and paint to our opinions.

Lovely launderettes

Is that an order?

Is that an order?

I’m not sure why I became interested in photographing my local launderettes. It may have been because launderettes are precariously balanced between yesterday’s economy and the future, indeed two closed during the year of my project. Another reason is that launderettes are curiously romantic places. One has the feeling that they hold stories and secrets and that for some people it’s not just their linen they are washing in public. To see more of my laundry snaps, click

http://peckhampeculiar.tumblr.com/post/114117474829/clothes-encounters

Ariel and rubber plant

Ariel and rubber plant