Where’s that then? Chatsworth Road E5. The Creperie du Monde is quaint and welcoming. There’s a whole menu of sweet and savoury crepes. Liked it a lot. Was stunned to see the address as ‘Hackney Village’. Up there with ‘Leyton Industrial Village’ circa 1985 for renaming what were run down and out places. I believe L I V is now Argall Estate.
Did feel pulled towards Cakey Muto though, another fine snacking establishment. You need cash in your pocket, mind, like the olden days.
Nipped into The WaterWorks Nature Reserve on Lea Bridge Road run by the LEE (sic) Valley Parks for a reasonably-priced cup of coffee. Buzzin’.
Westfield Stratford City Gallery Events.
Great free evening hosted by gallery events where we enjoyed photos of Marilyn at the Getty Images Gallery, Westfield E20. We had canapes and champagne, free wine and a red carpet too. Twas an evening of gorgeousness and twinkly lights. Marilyn look-alike was there in shimmery silver and peroxide waves. Other glamour pusses posed in their glass stilettoes. It was a good good evening.
Before all of that my guests went to see RAGWORKS at Stratford PictureHouse. Nice. People just want to touch the textiles. What a busy place the PictureHouse was this evening!
“The Girl With The Pearl Earring”
A RAGWORKS wall-hanging entitled “The Girl with the Pearl Earring” is at a lovely art exhibition called Art2View at the clean and vibrant Original Gallery in Crouch End’s Hornsey Library. Opens today and runs until March 31st. 1-7pm. Free.
Yeah! Up goes a RAGWORKS’ art wall-hanging at Art2View exhibition in the prestigious Original Gallery of Hornsey Library, N 8…. N. 8 as in Crouch End, home of Dylan, YMCA, clock tower, demolished schools, 41 bus of yesteryear and Uplands Road with ghosts of my grannies. And another thing I noticed in the leafy roads behind the scummy looking tahn ‘all were public toilets without graffiti or padlocks. I saw old white proper mums like with white curly perms wearing skirts showing their legs. What a busy square! Then on top of everything, between the posh buggies, I saw arctic ice-cream advertised as ‘artistic ice cream’ (sic). Sorbet too.
Anyway enough of gawping. I must have looked like a farmer’s wife up from the country.
The art exhibition is well-catalogued, free and captivating. The standard is high and the exhibition is well put together by Ed and Joan, Julie and David. Do go and enjoy what’s to be viewed.
The actual Hornsey Library is smart, and a proper old-fashioned place to sit and read, surf and learn. The staff are actually aware of punters coming through the door. Outside there’s a seating arrangement in front of a dry but arty fountain where one can sit and eat a Gregg’s pasty or a ciabatta slice from the myriad of coffee-shops nestled between banks.
The town hall disappointed me. The last time I saw it, it was in a state of internal demolition as Ray Davies showed us around that building and other parts of Muswell Hill through a tellycam. It has lost its grandeur and aloofness and is neglected I’m sure. Never mind; newspaper readers and cars have to park somewhere and in front of her ex-majesty is good enough in the Spring sunshine.
The buses were terrible today and the 41 took ages to get from Crouch End back to Seven Sisters and as for the 230, well!
Enjoyed my day.
In the spacious gallery that is Stratford east Picturehouse amidst the smell of pop corn and within the echoes of staff chatting by the hot dog machine downstairs, you will be amazed to find RAGWORKS. Under sympathetic lighting, wall-hangings depicting Grimm and Anderson fairy tale characters, West African humanised animals and other flights of an artist’s fancy are displayed on recycled bamboo hangers.
These art works have been lovingly hand-made and crafted from abandoned refreshed textiles begged from local manufacturers.
Come and see The Palm Oil Daughter, how pretty she is as she melts by the river or Red Riding Hood covered in blood.
Gillian, the artist, (that’s me) studied art at Hornsey Art College and West African literature in Leicester way back in the seventies before the word ‘multi-cultural’ met Carol Vordermann’s vowel-tray and has exhibited batiks both in east London and Orkney. Over the past two years whilst forging ahead with Up Your Street Gillian has attended many art and craft workshops in the 6 London 2012 boroughs., notably ceramics at The Centre For Better Health in Hackney. Thirsty to revisit techniques from university days she has joined and completed felt-making classes, patchwork curtain ones, screen -printing workshops, courtesy of Songololo-Feet, and a host of other courses which appeared as freebies to engage seniors with the Olympic and Paralympic Games 2012. All to the good. Can’t stop learning.
Up Your Street issue 9
Mon Mar 12th £2 1.30-4.30pm Stratford Old Town Hall. Tea Dance.
Thurs Mar 15th free No need to book 9.45am-2pm “Personalisation”
‘ WF and adult social care’ road show.
Chingford Assembly Hall
Sat Mar 17th free. Picturehouse opening hours. Stratford east Picturehouse.
Fortnight exhibition begins of
RAGWORKS a textiles recycling enterprise
featuring nursery rhymes and fairy tales.
free noon -4pm Sarah Bonnell School behind Morrison’s
in Stratford. Stratford Spring Fair. Stalls and info,
entertainment and food. Writers’ Competition corner.
free 1-6pm E17 Designers Special Mothers’ Day event
at The Mill E17.
£8 7pm St Mary’s Church, Walthamstow Village E17 “Aida”.
Okay now; get it right this time. …
Flight attendant, synthetic, postal worker, refuse collector, main copy, original plan, humankind, superior mind, table attendant, bar tender.
“My husband, he hates me going out. He jealous”.
“Course we women love doing all those handicrafts and crochet and knitting”.
“You’re not a feminist, are you?”
“You only go out to meet men!”
“We don’t eat garlic. My husband doesn’t like it.”
“We women don’t really want a career. We just work ’til we marry.”
Okay. See you next year.
One celebration (sic) for International Women’s Day in Hackney is a Breast Cancer Awareness Project for African women for 4 hours with creche, yoga and refreshments hosted by Hackney African Forum.
” ‘Pon my genitally mutilated clit!” exclaimed Mrs Kipling.
To the 72 year old Chinese Mauritian Londoner who over the year left the confines of her kitchen and crochet, stuffed her Freedom Pass into her noodle- box and went afar over the bridge to Stratford to sing , marched the Black Path for crocus bulbs out of Organiclea’s muddy bags, and stitched curtains for The Mill, went on across the Lea into Darnley Road to mould and finger clay, on to Queensbridge Road to thread beads, into Ridley Road Market to use a mic, upstairs into Intergenerational BSix’s unknown, and tasted Hackney big time, for the first time: To she who witnessed cusses on stage and learnt the joy of Hip Hop and S.E. Singers’ soul, who banged wool into felt in E17 and copied William M’s designs, to she who traipsed castles in Kent and twisted into shape a tea pot of plastic crochet whilst observing earth works from a tower on The Greenway, to that woman I offer my salute.
NB And she couldn’t have done it without Up Your Street.