How 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.
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.
Here’s a message from a wall in Peckham. Great – let’s all give voice and paint to our opinions.
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
This effulgence of flowers is at the bottom of my road in Peckham Rye. They are growing in an area which was once, years ago, a paddling pool for toddlers. Today it may be 30 degrees outside and the pool would be a joy for small people. But the sight of a host of wildflowers being courted by bees and butterflies is, surely, a joy for everyone. Big and small.