Issue 22. Up Your Street
Fri 24th June free 6pm Stratford Library E15 Film about Walter Tull. Book at Eventbrite.
Sat 25th June free OPEN day at Festival of Stuff at Institute of Making 1-5pm. Malet Street. Some of us actually got onto this week’s free amazing workshops. Took patience and perseverance to get the tickets.
Sun 26th June free noon onwards. Canal Festival walks around Victoria Park.
Book at Eventbrite.
Tues 28th June free 2pm Claremonteers off to N7 Freightliners Farm.
Thurs 30th June free 7.30pm tickets to classical concert at St John Smith Square (church) by Parliament with Napa Valley Symphony. Seniors at Up Your Street invited for free. Email firstname.lastname@example.org for a reserved place. Friends can come.
Sun 3rd July free 2-4pm Dalston Eastern Curve Garden. Patrice Lawrence book launch. Refreshments too.
Tues 5th July free 7pm Chapel Cinema Bethnal Green screening “Pulp Fiction”.
Thurs 7th July free 6.30. Autograph in Rivington Street. Launch of Miss Black Beauty. Photographs from 1960
Went to the artist Lucy Harrison’s art exhibition about Lea Bridge Road today what with the opening of Lea Bridge Station an’ all and the building of tower blocks on a flood-plain. The venue was a dive and to be fair, faces demolishment. Even so, have some respect for your art and for the local residents. The steps up to the exhibition were neither disabled friendly nor for ancients.
Most of the display was of enlarged photographs of photos held at Vestry House Museum of poverty-stricken “Bungalow people”, with other photos of factory abandonment. Hardly joyful. The A4 type-written accounts from local residents dated from 1997.
I say no more.
I walked around the area and smelt the stink of struggling businesses and wind -blown rubbish; saw evidence of residents competing with small industrial outlets for ownership of grey unlevelled pavements and paint-stained tarmac. Unwanted furniture adorned once pretty front gardens. Metallic graffiti -sloshed factory shutters smack of Thatcher’s crumbling Britain thirty years ago. That was today, a Sunday when there are less vans and lorries but the same road-mess. In all the dump of a view, I spied a new Cash ‘n’ Carry, Bulgarian-staffed, presumably Bulgarian owned. “No chicken peas.”
When the builders move in at the end of Burwell Road the estate with a past glory will become the slum in high-rise shadows.
That past glory about the Burwell end of Lea Bridge Road is not investigated let alone celebrated in Harrison’s exhibition. I was left de-moralized as though only a moving train and new-builds can raise the area and make it significant in the Borough. This is my home. I have lived here for forty years. When the funded art project started I didn’t barge in and tell it like it is as my home streets are precious in my memory and not to be shared in an old unfriendly, non-community aware factory. I can blog though.
This kind of language which describes an event for all and reminiscent of Anti university session descriptions is not a universal language. To exercise my brain I pick it apart.
‘ “Colour differs from substance. Is colour always lyric? We are not sure. It seems to consist of the detritus from natural history stuck into sentiment. For example, it is said that among humans, women are colourful. Nothing more needs to be said on this theme.” — Lisa Robertson, How to Colour
An evening programme exploring interiority as a collective experience and the affective potential of the surface. A live event that builds on the format of a film screening to create an arrangement situated between the theatre and the exhibition through an interlacing of films, objects, movement, singing and speaking. Reflecting back on the work of Betty Woodman, this evening aims to think through femininised expectations and the possibility of an event as a decorative object.
This conglomeration of disparate voices seeks to bring into focus modes of address and subject matters such as the decorative, the sentimental, the silly, the private, the irrational, the trivial or the talkative and unfold the ways in which vulnerability, intimacy, and unguarded emotion can act as biopolitical gestures that recuperate their historically diminished cultural value. A trans-generational dialogue creating possibilities for relating at a distance.’
Tomorrow I do art to poetry. Bet your life it’s European known from school poets full of angst or jollies from Michael Rosen. I just wanna paint. Today I sawed a painting of mine to re- size it for an exhibition. Twas a right physical work-out so deciphering wanky artspeke is my tea break. Yep, I said it.
Love this elephant.
Ooer. Second time in two months I have bravely gone where no woman goes in representing we community artists. I had already fought for an increased rent amount for a painting I loaned to a rich public body over fifteen months ago. House prices rose, life got harder so rents increased. Won my case. And paved the way for other practising artists who likely buy their paints from their zero contract hours less than national wage monies. Not too sure about that one as the ones I come across are all right Jack.
This time around was all about giving credit where credit’s due. How could a major community player backed by a London we’re for the people council think they could ride on my back, advertise their wares by using my photograph of my art for their promotional stuff?
I had to consider carefully how to express my disgust because I can handle enemies but prefer to keep pretend friends. I discussed my sore with others and wrote a very polite email to the marketing manager at the community hub asking for my name as a credit as standard and that she reviews how community artists are credited in their hard copies and at social media sites. Ooer missus.
I shall sew while I wait.
Mon June 20th free Cubitt in Islington Spring Fair at Islington Assembly Hall 2-5pm. Always good but book with Cubitt and Claremont.
Tues June 21st. More Claremont as members tour The William Morris Gallery at 2pm. Book at Claremont.
Sat June 25th free. 4pm Stratford E15 Library, “Lady in The Van”. Book at Eventbrite.
Thurs June 30th free.7.30pm Classical concert by Napa Valley Youth at St John Smith Square courtesy of Wel.Travel
Up Your Street subscribers RSVP .
Tues July 5th £1 The Mill E17 Hilary’s Sociable Sewing.
Wed July 6th free Art 4 All at North Chingford Library.E4
Anti Uni goes on. Had a brilliant time with Nikki Kane straight in from Glasgow and other unshy guys where we read aloud unseen texts. Reading aloud is a rare activity where you can root yourself in your spot on this earth and own it for a few minutes. The world could be listening, your voice could be trembling and wending it’s way up to the rafters or you could be surprising yourself by finding again a primary school skill. The joy is wonderful. Today the company was nice. We read, we chatted, we read on, we laughed. Twas brillig indeed.
Earlier, I’d joined Xenia, an activity based afternoon for women who described themselves as learners of English or speakers of it. We explored how we could make Xenia practical in everyday life, how we can welcome each other. The room was packed. The food table was popular. Anxious faces had relaxed into smiling ones by the end of the three hours.
At last Anti university Now came around and I was at Hackney Museum with invited seniors. Some were to come through Eventbrite but I saw neither hair nor hide of them and two women turned up out of the blue. I still had enough biscuits and cherry tomatoes and the Museum Educational Room is packed with paper, felt tips and glue but no wi-fi.
I had been very nervous about storing knowledge about international and national 1968 counter culture events because the Eventbrite lot may well have been political boffins and may well have attended Anti uni in Old Street in the summer of love, the year of student unrest. I had not. I was in London but had never known or was never taught about the anti establishment ways. I knew about French youth, the Sorbonne and London students, those mighty clever ones sitting in at the London School of Economics.
It turned out that one American born participant had been in London in 1968 and had gone to lectures at the Anti university. Her memories were scant. It turned out that 50% of the seniors present had not been rebellious in any which way, were foreign born and had not a clue about the nature of my workshop. My work was cut out.
I wanted to discover through chat inspired by the vocabulary of our youth during those hippy days whether our actions demonstrating people power in 1968 were influenced by world-wide events as portrayed in the press or through adolescent hormones kicking against parental authority. Cue Bob Dylan’s “The Times They Are A-changin’ “.
We selected words which evoked memories. We did wordsearches finding words relating to Anti university. Two women had never done a wordsearch before. Our words and anecdotes, quotes, and memoes we stuck into three scrapbooks.
We moved from introspection to a group rallying session where we scribbled down words to which readers of archives and searchers at Wikipedia could relate to by reference. We pinned those words onto a 36″square of material to make a montage of knowledge in scarf art style.
I thank my participants. Barbara was a hoot. She came prepared and modelled her hippy uniform although what should have been bath-shrunk Levis were comfy elastane almost jeggings. She was swearing like a trooper, fired up by her stories and memories which she generously shared in a trusted setting. Eric fell asleep in his chair. Hey! It’s Anti university. Do as you please.
We were there to learn and interact as is the nature of any university.
There was much more to report but the session is done. The scrapbooks and the scarf art represent a significant revisited road for most of the people who found me. The others were bystanders on that sunny June evening in a beautiful busy venue.
Sat 11th June free 2-3pm Dalston Square Family show. Acrobats and performers.(Thanks to Lucy at Hackney Circle for the share)
Sun 12th June free Noon-4pm all around the ‘ouses.
E17 Village Jumble Trail.
Mon13th June free Thanks to Carrie for sharing.”The exhibition is called “Call me by my name: stories from Calais and beyond”.
It’s at 28 Redchurch St, E2 7DP. The nearest station is Shoreditch High St (2 min walk), or Liverpool St Station is a 10 min walk.
It’s free and runs from 2 – 22 June, 12-8pm daily with early closing on 14 and 21 June for events.”
Tues 14th June free The Mill E17. 10-1pm Hilary’s Sociable Sewing.
Fri 17th June free 1pm Geffrye Museum, Hoxton (67 bus) .Guided curator’s tour about servants.
free 8.30-9.30pm. Live orchestral music in Dalston Square.
Sat 18th June free 11-2pm CreativiTEA at Hale End Library, E4. Book via Eventbrite.