The Urban Art of Friendliness and Fun

18 Jul

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…bit late sharing this (four days after the event, but anyways).

So I really enjoyed reading Brixton Blog’s account of last weekend’s Urban Art Fair on Josephine Avenue.  And I totally agree that the standard and diversity of the art and the artists exhibiting was incredible.  I was particularly into the colourful, optimistic, super textured paintings of Alce Harfield, the enchantingly imaginative work of children’s storybook illustrator, err, let’s call him Wilf (I can’t find his card anywhere, sorry Wilf).  And it was so refreshing, among a sea of screen printed maps of London areas (I love a locally themed screenprint, but there are a lot of ’em around these days is all I’m saying) to see Angelique Hartigan’s vibrant paintings which use her trademark explosions of colour to create optimistic, dream-like representations of some of my favourite local areas; Crystal Palace, West Norwood and of course, Brixton itself.

BUT.  As well as all of this I wanted to give an account of the other side of the Urban Art Fair.  The side that saw little Nancy and I skip away happy, inspired and feeling reassured of why we continue to live in London (obvs. I can’t be sure that this is what Nancy was thinking, but it certainly seemed that way) on what was one of the hottest, most oppressive days of the year when we could’ve easily been feeling like this instead (I’m not tropical, I am not a toucan, after all).

We probably spent a couple of hours there on Saturday afternoon, and from the minute we left our steaming oven of a car, we felt the vibrant buzz of Brixton as families and groups of young people came and went from Brockwell Park, headed for a cooling drink at the Effra Social or making there way, like ourselves, to the Urban Art Fair.

As we turned the corner onto Josephine Avenue we were struck by Alce’s powerful paintings of bright florals and calming seascapes and the artist herself sitting in the door of her camper van.  We had a lovely chat with her about her life in Somerset and how that compares to London, about her work and about how Nancy immediately started seeing ‘Nonnies’ (translation: lollies) in her paintings.  Clearly her way of telling me she was hot!

As we walked down the road, we had more chats with the artists and the residents of Josephine Avenue.  One asked Nancy to spot the tiger in one of her paintings, another who had a six month old baby herself and was happy to be located under a tree, asked Nancy’s name and helped me located the nearest ‘nonnie’ shop.  We stopped for a while at ‘Chat among the pigeons’, a kids’ area set up by Josephine Avenue residents on the green space outside their houses.  There Nancy and myself attempted hula-hooping, were shown an interesting expanding ball (Nancy was fascinated) and were invited to do some jewel sticking.  When the need for a nonnie was too much we set off to find Sainsburys and on the way met other local residents serving food, playing music and happily picking up litter.  On our return we had no less than four enquiries as to the type of lolly we were eating (it was a Fab) and a huge barrage of compliments from one artist to explain to us how beautiful my daughter is (I agree).

So my point being that it wasn’t just an amazing display of awesome art, but also of how these incredibly warm, generous, creative and diverse communities exist within London and how they can come together to create a wonderful weekend full of colour, fun, creativity, kindness, laughter and (a lot) of sunshine.

I just cannot believe that you can get this in the country or the suburbs – I’m staying.

An almost guilt-free solution for my unmade meals: Brixton People’s Kitchen

8 Jul

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I cannot believe I’m admitting to this, but last week I reluctantly threw all this food away.  It felt really weird and wrong and was definitely a record for the amount of food I have ever thrown away, but it has to be said that I do throw food away every single week.  (Feeling very ashamed right now).

So last October I went back to work after having my baby.  It was such a crazy change of lifestyle and routine that finding time for everything was pretty difficult.  But you’d think that nine months later I’d have cracked it, super mum style?  Well I definitely don’t aspire to being a ‘super mum’ at all, but things do happen a lot more smoothly these days and most of the time I manage to balance most things including the grocery shopping.  I always manage to plan our dinners and book a delivery.  Progress.

BUT.  Do I have time to cook them?  Well this is the problem.  I’m determined that we will all eat healthy, well balanced meals with lots of fruit and veg.  But the problem is I often have to work in the evenings or only have the energy required to throw some fishcakes in the oven or put on some tortellini.  So that’s what I do more of the week than I’d like.  Leaving a load of unmade meals sitting there all sad, lonely and starting to wilt in the fridge.  So when the following week’s delivery arrives I have to clear it all out to make space for the new stuff.

Now I know that I really need to either:
a) Stop living in denial and just buy a load of fishcakes and tortellini.  Or…
b) Forget work or sitting down for a few minutes and get chopping.

Forgetting work isn’t an option, I kinda like sitting down, but I also want to get some goodness inside us, so I’m aiming for a balance of both.  However, this whole thing did remind me of a local project I came across recently that turns food that is unwanted but perfectly good enough to eat into delicious meals for everyone!  The Brixton People’s Kitchen mainly gathers food from the zillions of restaurant, cafes and things that exist within Brixton, but you can also take your own leftover ingredients along to their regular events.  Everyone is welcome to come down and help prepare wonderful recipes from the food they collect and of course eat it too.

The Brixton People’s Kitchen believes that sharing food with strangers is one of the nicest ways to spread happiness.  Their events get people together to meet and enjoy the company of the those living around them, allow people to learn new cooking skills from each other and of course reduce food waste in their area.  A very worthwhile cause as it turns out that 36% of Brixton’s household waste is food!  So it’s not just me then…

They have lots of exciting things coming up including a bike kitchen, a pop-up restaurant, a collaboration with local community project, The Remakery as well as their usual monthly event in Myatt’s Fields.  I shall certainly be making my way down to check out this wonderful project with my leftovers in tow, which will hopefully have reduced somewhat!

A little film about them here…

Look what I found – Chris Green’s awesome ink drawings

21 May

In a moment of weakness I succumbed to the temptation to buy myself a coffee on the way in to work (I’m supposed to have given up coffee, umm).

But I’m so pleased I did, because inside The Department of Coffee and Social Affairs on Leather Lane I came across an amazing ink drawing of Kings Cross by an artist called Chris Green.  This is the kind of art I love – stuff with real depth and detail which at the same time reflects a delightfully wonky version of reality.

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I found a bit of info about Chris and some more examples of his work over here: Student stories: Chris Green.

Fashion confusion…

15 May

Do you think women in bygone eras wore fashion from previous eras, as we do today?

I’m guessing no.

And what will people wear in the future when replicating fashion from the ‘noughties’…and are we even still in the noughties?

Hmm.

All before 11am

23 Apr
  • Up, bathed (shower broken), dressed
  • Bubs up, bathed, dressed
  • Boyfriend taken to station
  • Get home to realise boyfriend has the only house key (bubs has hidden my house key)
  • Drive back to station to retrieve key from coffee lady
  • Get stuck in roadwork traffic for 30 mins with grumpy and hungry bubs in back
  • Book doctors appt whilst sat in traffic
  • Get home and give bubs breakfast
  • Put baby to bed
  • Do timing plan and email team with actions for today
  • Reply to emails
  • Gather mine and bubs’ stuff for the day
  • Wake baby, take her to the doctors

(bubs fine, just a head cold, phew)

  • Receive call from brother who’s late for a gardening job and wants to borrow our tools, grrr
  • Take bubs to childminder
  • Drive home, grab tools, make toast for hungry brother. Drive him to his job
  • Drive car back to childminder, drop key through the door, walk to station

..and now my working day begins.

Open your eyes to the ‘Amazingness’ of those unlike you

21 Mar

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I’ve always been aware of how nowadays many of us are really bad for mostly hanging around with people just like us.  Especially in London and especially in media us young folk tend to hang around with other young folk and get on with all the stuff that young folk do.  Spending our days working hard and playing hard together and when we’re not doing that, following each other’s lives on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.

It’s only when I became pregnant that I realised the implications of this.  Unlike in the ‘olden days’, we don’t mix so much with different generations, those from different backgrounds, those with different lives.  We don’t live on top of each other any more, our communities are weaker and we don’t help each other out as much.  This has led us to have very little understanding of each others’ lives or appreciation of different people’s qualities and difficulties.  Until we become one of them that is.  And then we just wish people would have some bloody consideration!

This all means that until we’re one ourselves we don’t appreciate just how hectic and frustrating life is as a working Mum.  Until we get there ourselves do we know quite how much elderly people need our company and support.  Or unless we are close to a disabled person do we have any idea of just how much strength it takes to do the sort of stuff that the rest of us take for granted.

But do you know what, we’re missing out!  Mixing with different generations, with those to have had different experiences, who’ve taken different paths or have a different view of the world can teach us so much!  They can provide different perspectives, offer a wealth of life experience and open our eyes to all sorts of things.

The Amazings is a project set up to change all this and specifically to encourage us to learn from our elders once again.  To benefit from the rich, valuable and rare skills that they possess and in my mind, to help us value and appreciate them a little more.  You can choose from a range of classes, all run by the over 50’s, including a drumming masterclass with Phil Collins’ teacher, curtain-making, music marketing, bike maintenance and philosophy.  A lady called Fiona can even teach you to see the world through the eyes of children and help you connect with them better in her ‘Understanding the Stresses of Childhood’ course.  What an incredible idea!!

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Believing in the importance of this more than ever right now..

16 Mar

Believing in this more than ever right now..

Source: Brittany Maki

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