Creative Mornings event today at 0830 in the Bethnal Green’s Museum of Childhood was ace. I was actually a person from the community and was engaged. On the previous Monday internet tickets went like hot cakes within the first 30 minutes for the free creatives’ meet-up session in a beautiful prestigious venue. Breakfast was laid on superbly and consisted of every flavour of tea to be found in Waitrose together with stacked platesful of warm chocolate croissants. The space was laid out in a relaxed café style. It was all up my street.
The inside hall of the Museum is no longer a massive rectangle of mosaics but an hive of activity; counter stalls and the café.
Jon Daniel is approachable and entertaining. He went through the joys of growing up as a lone black child by Richmond Park, holidays with a loving family and outlined how encouragement from his immigrant parents made him curious about everything. He collected magazines and figurines and immersed himself in the embryonic black media back in the day. His exhibition, “Afro Supa hero” is neat.
I was rather early arriving at Bethnal Green tube station so took myself in the cold and damp to see the progress of “Stairway To Heaven” in the green park next door. This is a memorial and tribute to the hundreds of Bethnal Green residents who were crushed to death and suffocated in what was the underground shelter at Bethnal Green in 1943. I read every plaque and cried. I saw the first snowdrops and then above the dismal buildings around the station came out a rainbow.
Made my way at ten o’clock to Butler’s Wharf south of the river to the Design Museum for the last day of Paul Smith’s extrovert exhibition. The exhibition has now been extended into March. My tickets were half price with a free glass of wine via Amazon Deals. The muffins were priced at £2.50 each. Well, ain’t that disgusting? Not like Paul made them. The display on the wall as seen on the Design Museum’s web-site is jam-packed like his cleaner tipped open his room and out fell every bit of work he ever did. Hoarder paradise. There’s some actual clothes to see and a replica of the artist’s studio showing how creativity shines through disorder.
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