Ongoing project, 2020–present.

“Graffiti is like boxing.

The people who do it “professionally” tend to go round in circles pulling the same old moves all the time.

The real entertainment takes place on Amateurs’ night. That’s when you get to watch the bitter and twisted unleash all their pent up frustrations on an unsuspecting public in a desperate attempt to make some kind of point before collapsing under a cloud of their own bloodied spit.”
Banksy, epigraph to Pictures of Walls (POW, 2005)

I moved to Crystal Palace in South London in 2012. At the time, the whole area seemed a bit neglected—Crystal Palace Park especially. I didn’t see many Dr Who episodes as a young child, but one sticks in my memory: of Daleks attempting a futile chase across some rocky waste ground (or was it sand dunes…?) The atmosphere was grey and tense. The park made me think of that scene—and more vividly every time I took the children there in their buggy over the next 5 or so years. (Daleks and children in buggies are not so dissimilar.) As you might expect from such a place, there’s plenty of scope for people to dream of different worlds. I’ve tried to capture some of those dreams.

The ruins of the Crystal Palace exhibition building set the tone. Equally heroic in its heyday, but now dilapidated, the National Sports Centre entrenches that pervasive atmosphere of decline. In amongst that disrepair was a moment of crudely scrawled defiance: eliding what is now no more than a faded memory with the world’s metonym for elegance and sophistication. Bloodied spit.

“Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people.” Karl Marx
A methamphetamine church, by contrast, would be a radical departure from orthodoxy.

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Limited edition Giclée prints made on Hahnemüle Fine Art Baryta 325gsm paper are available from my shop.