One side of one of my sketchbooks is just over five metres long. Here are my colleagues holding one.
I drew this one for charity Article 25, http://www.article-25.org/about-article-25/
It will be auctioned at the RIBA in a couple of weeks. As it’s five metres long, there might not be that many people interested in it (that will be my excuse) but there are 99 other drawings and paintings to bid for so if you fancy some art for an excellent cause have a look here:
They are all of, or related to, Brixton. I spent a couple of sunny days there sketching what I saw and speaking to the people who were interested in what I was doing. People say the place has lost it’s edge, I had a great time.
Getting to the end of the Victoria line.
I met Lilly, a painter, with a poem pinned to his or her back.
And Bridgit and Noah, a baker and a barman.
I didn’t speak to this guy smoking and drinking his breakfast, as I think I made him feel a bit awkward.
Juhdub, Penny, Tarek. Tarek had the friendliest and tastiest food van.
Brixton, or at least the bit I was looking at, is defined by it’s railway arches. Between two of these Big Apple Brixton was building a bar you’ll need tickets for. I’d like to go.
There’s still some work going on in the arches, but not a lot.
Walled off from the vibrant street there’s an estate, so I sat there for a while too. Everyone was friendly. I could only think of one living person from Brixton, although subsequently people have pointed out a few more.
A couple of lovely days in Brixton, sketching below the railway viaducts and between the inhabited arches. The plan shows where I did the drawings.