Some subscribers to Up Your Street aka teachers’ assistants and community leaders, enrolled onto a teachers’ development session at Bowarts by Bow Church
Artist photo credit to ArtStack
“Nathan Eastwood lives in Newham and has a studio in Bethnal Green. He graduated from Byam Shaw School of Fine Art in 2009, and has gone on to exhibit in a range of shows including the Royal Academy of Arts Summer Exhibition (2013), Contemporary British Painting at The Crypt, St Marylebone (2013); and Towards a New Socio-Painting, a Transition Gallery touring show this year.
Drawing inspiration from the Kitchen Sink Painters of the 1950s, Eastwood’s paintings describe small moments in everyday life in meticulous detail, from cleaning the bathroom to mulling thoughts over a cup of tea. Layering humbrol enamel paint on board and a grey palate, Nathan builds up layers of paint to create images which are both photorealistic, yet riddled with imperfections of trapped dust and hair and loose brushwork.”(BowArts website)
….work,/ recreation/. Freedom photographs all in black and white
Everyone enjoyed the workshop.Here’s a review by Sue.”Very interesting and interactive group
1. Asked to choose a photograph on display, and describe the feeling or emotion
when looking at it (individual )
2. Did a chart of white, pale black, medium black and dark black.. Using lead
pencils and charcoal
3.worked in group of 3….2 held a card frame in front of a picture and the
other had to draw what he/ she could see through the frame. Every one had a turn
4. Talk about the light when taking picture etc.
After the chart , we had to copy one of the chosen pictures . I did a caricature of a black man with a cigarette in his right hand , a small distance from his lips… I saw it as a shot at recreation. I noticed the way he dressed and how he enjoyed his fag.”
Had to find the venue: The way into the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park from Stratford/Westfield is a drag drag drag. You cannot avoid Westfield shops and shoppers and you know there’s a walk ahead on desert shingle. Only the security guys knew where were Carpenter’s Lock Road and the art installation entitled “Newton’s Cottage”.Up in the clouds.
Looking up and gawpingJeremy attached to mic.
In Newton’s Cottage, E20. Great timber art installation.
Once found, what an excellent location and speaker. Jeremy Batch was once a lock-keeper. He not only knew his stuff but had prepared all his visual aids. Passers by dropped by to join we five who had booked ahead. The history of the waterways in QEOP was outlined from the 19oos and “The Park is a waterway”.
It was great to hear about camaraderie and responsibility, rules and regulations, historical and present-day lock-management all under a mirrored canopy. One attendee reminded us how the Olympic Park Authority (aka ODA?) had assured us public during the planning and persuading days how the region’s clogged and polluted waterways would be sanitised and used as transport links during the Park construction. Twas a dream. The uplifting of the waterways in 2015 and the restoration of working locks is all about leisure.
Cup of tea afterwards at a kiosk on the Park was £1.60. Not too bad. But the macaroon was £2.50. Nice though. I’d accomplished something for myself today educationally-speaking and almost got over my dislike of getting to the place.
Carpenter’s Lock was being constructed in 1934.
I’ve done the narrow boat trip with the Stuart Low Trust in Islington. Now that’s how to see a lock in operation at Little Venice/Regent’s Canal.
There’s arty performance stuff on the horizon:-
Newton’s Floating Cinema Afternoon
8 November, Stratford Pier, 12noon – 6pm
Come aboard the magical Floating Cinema for an afternoon of tours and screenings exploring the waterways of East London in collaboration with UP Projects. (Fully booked but a “waitlist” occurs).
23 November, 12noon – 4pm
Join students of the MA Narrative Environments course from Central Saint Martins who will be leading activities that weave a narrative relating to Newton’s Cottage and the history of this unique and historically significant lock.
29 November, 4pm – 8pm
Come and enjoy a performance specially commissioned by East London Dance responding to Newton’s Cottage. This immersive piece of dance will interact with the artwork and bring it to life for its final afternoon on the Park.
Sun 26th Oct free 11.30-1pm Community Breakfast at The Mill, Coppermill Lane E17. Bring a couple of croissants or fruit or something from your larder/allotment!
free 2.30pm Walking freely with David Boote
“This is a reminder about our circular walk this Sunday 26 October at 2.30pm (remember the clocks will have changed), through three cemeteries to the east of Leytonstone, starting at Wanstead Park Station (meeting under the bridge) on the London Overground line from Gospel Oak to Barking (also bus routes 58 and 308 and close to Forest Gate Station). You can miss out on one cemetery and join the walk at Woodgrange Park Station, also on the London Overground line around 3.15pm (phone 077 69 665 447 on the day). There are places to leave the walk before the end using public transport. There are a number of places for refreshment, before or after the walk, between Wanstead Park and Forest Gate stations, including convenience shops. ”
Wed 29th Oct free 10-1pm Up Your Street participants at “Ships In the Night” an archival research training project meet at Newham Archives in Stratford Library E15
Thurs 30th Oct free 10-1pm Same participants off to Silverton for research
Fri 31st Oct free 6.30-9pm Diwali celebration and fireworks at Assembly Hall Waltham Forest. Tickets at libraries and council community hubs.
Sat 1st Nov free 11-4pm African Wedding showcase event for all at Old Town Hall E15. Book at Eventbrite.
Sun 2nd Nov free 10.30 -12.00pm Meet at The Mill. Coppermill Lane E17 for a guided walk on the Marshes with Lee Valley ranger Gavin Johnson.
As predicted an inspiring course on training up to be digital cultural archive guardians at Rosetta Art Centre combined with Eastside Community Heritage. Today was in Ilford.
Saw a massive queue outside an Indian sweet shop on the way back. Grr Stuck on the bus.
Homework to be done all about Harland and Wolff shipbuilders. The course is called admirably “Ships In the Night”. Well-hosted and delivered workshops.
Tomorrow I am going to witness two community engagement outfits joining together to deliver an opportunity for deprived people to train in archival research and be an asset to their own community. I am optimistic. Bought mi A4 notebook, studied the programme and alerted my diary.
Today I attended a community engagement project for deprived people in Hackney. As it’s drop-in there’s no telling what does. Only three regular attendees turned up on Hurricane Gonzalo’s day. The facilitator/tutor was effin’ and blindin’ . I learnt some new stuff and thought I might continue at home, sped into the Salvation Army charity shop and picked up for a pound a whole load of new oil pastels.
My day is lucky. This morning a grey slate was punched out of a roof by the high winds and just missed my head. I bought a lottery ticket.
I read Roger Huddle’s blogged review of the National Portrait Gallery’s exhibition about William Morris, Still don’t like Bill
At bloomin’ last I saw a laptop being used by a writer at a writing workshop. First time ever. People still use A5 feint lined paper in pads or A5 notebooks…. with gel pens indeed!
During the inevitable predictable ice-breaker I confided in my partner at the table in the round and asked her not to repeat what I’d said. Oh trust! She opened her gob and told the other wannabes that as soon as I entered the room I had wanted to leave. Mouthy. But it was okay because I was amongst stoics, creative in their own bubbles who had little experience of relating to people who don’t look like them. Yikes. Ready to run. I’d travelled with Up Your Street seniors who’d never smelt the inside of a writing workshop so had to stay to wink at them across the table at least.
We were at Canada Water Culture Space. To many people that means “library”. The Canada Water library is like a market-place. Today Anansi stories were being drummed out to toddlers and those engrossed kiddies were sitting whitely on the floor carpet by the front door. There’s a café, some chess areas complete with noisy players, lifts going up and down, stinking toilets and seen from the actual culture space room, a river.
The workshop was promoted as being all about the Mixed-Race identity but you didn’t have to be Mixed-Race to join in. You had to bring an object that reminded you of home. Four of us did as we were told. The rest is history.
I’d lugged in a cheap vase so I was actually bothered to read out my paragraphs and SHARE.
‘Today was different as though the wolves had been set free. My father returned fuming with the story about his brother-in-law standing arms and legs akimbo preventing his entrance. The story was shocking. Finally after the Burton van was loaded, my father and brother were allowed inside. My grandmother’s mink coat had been left in a wardrobe. There had been a box loaded and inside was the white vase with its lid, some coat-hangers, Vim and yellow dusters and a whole box of fish knives and forks. As for the furniture my brother said the wood wasn’t worth the taking.
My mother sat down and retrieved her knitting needles and the pink matinee coat in the making.
“Any sign of the blue glass set? See, Rita bought that for their fiftieth. That’ll be gone then.”
My brother told me to put the kettle on.’