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
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.
An artist (who?) created a work of collage and affixed it to a red phone box here in Peckham. I happened to photograph it. Two days later passing by this same telephone box I noticed that the art – complex, interesting, challenging – was no longer there and all that remained were spots of stickiness.
It’s kind of like how Doctor Who makes phone boxes do weird things.
Marvellous. Someone has gone to the trouble to make POO ARTS out of a more prosaic sign on the side of a pub in Peckham. I confess it appeals to my sense of humour.