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.
Nothing could prepare me for what I saw at Keleti Staion this past week. Masses of sinister-looking police decked in black controlled the station, but where were the Syrian refugees? I looked down the central steps and there they were penned in behind a grille. In fact they were confined to the underground foyer, left to take comfort on a cold, unforgiving floor. It was a pitiful sight. Stepping outside the station I saw hundreds more people, coping with temperatures in excess of thirty degrees. Children could be seen playing, but for this little boy it was all too much. Now that they are on the move, let’s hope they find sanctuary.
On a sunny day on Choumert Road off Rye Lane in Peckham I came across these two gentlemen seated on chairs on a red carpet. The scene is very Peckham and surely adds to the jollity of life.
Went to Southend at the weekend. It lived up to expectations and so did the weather with drizzle turning to persistent rain. Wanting to escape the rain and to eat, we went into a restaurant where a series of mugshots were arranged in the entrance along with the legend: Eaters and Runners. Grainy pictures. How did they get there? CCTV, of course. We didn’t bother to eat there and ran without running up a bill.
Who could resist a sale advertised in such a way? Here in Peckham this is how it’s done.
First off I went see We Are Many at the Ritzy, a stunning movie that will remind you what a bloody debacle the Iraq war was/is and how worldwide demos against it were so crucial. Then I went for coffee and a walkabout Brixton market – lively and creative as ever. Marvellous.
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 am fond of religious tracts. I like their certainty and message of salvation. Some tracts are handed out on the street and others I, literally, find on the street. I pick them up from odd places. My latest one came from the floor of a bus. I have built a collection of them, and have now made a poster of them to exhibit at a show organized by the South London Women Artists. Here’s the info.
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
‘I have no very urgent desire to go to Heaven; Peckham is good enough for me,’ wrote William Margrie, founder of the London Explorers Club. It’s not often that Peckham and Heaven appear in the same sentence and, to be frank, there are times it’s more like Hades. But this was a day with glimpses of the celestial.