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Over the West Pier
The sky today was rather queer…
Find me at the Artists Open Houses
Every weekend in May hundreds of houses, studios and venues open their doors for the Artists Open Houses festival. This free event has grown from modest beginnings 20 years back, to be one of the biggest in the country.
There is a vast, amount of work on display, providing a rare opportunity to shun mass production and stock up on something unique. You also get to waft through other peoples houses admiring the décor, gardens and in my case, lust after beautiful studio spaces.
This year I have some work on display at the fantastic Bailey and Alexander gallery in the new Arches on the seafront, opposite the West Pier. Number ‘1’ on the central trail. The arches have been renovated and now contain some great little boutique shops. Here’s what they used to look like, boarded up and unused, pre-demolition, on a misty Winters day.
The tide is high
Taking inspiration from David Cameron, I decided to jump on the bandwagon today and take in a bit of flood tourism.
I’m not shameless enough to gawp at those unfortunate enough to have their homes ruined by the ceaseless deluge we’ve experienced this winter. Instead I opted for the softer option of a visit to Brighton and Hove seafront.
Despite a big clean up after the raging high tides in January, you will still find yourself wading through pebbles and bits of pier. Forget wellies, I recommend a hard hat and some totectors!
The West pier suffered further collapse a couple of weeks ago, although you wouldn’t know it until you face it head on.
It was like watching 5 year olds dance at a school play, as those normally tightly synchronised rows of beach huts shuffled shambolically in the wind, swimming amongst pebbles and bits of old net.
There’s no room for exactness when you are Winter sketching, particularly when you can’t actually feel your hands anymore!
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