This is the second piece I’ve made for Advent on the streets of Parson Cross in Sheffield. The site is an old garage, walled up with breeze blocks, behind the Parson Cross Inn.
I felt more confident with this work as I’m beginning to get a feel for the medium (and if anyone has a wall that they’d like me to paint please get in touch as the process is addictive). The position is quite prominent, but as it’s in a car park there were fewer passers by. Nevertheless, those that did stop to chat gave me the same mixture of warmth and warnings as I’d experienced before: delight and surprise at something like this appearing on the estate along with comments such as, ‘That won’t last 5 minutes, there are so many wankers round here’.
As I spent less time talking and more time just being in the place I was able to experience the textures and feelings of the location more deeply:
The puddle right in front of the wall that I fell foul of several times as I stepped back to look at the image, mud sliding underfoot and oil from the paint making rainbow patterns on the water.
The roughness of the stone and the way the paint picked out the cracks and crevasses.
The keen December wind whisking the paint away from the surface before it had chance to make a mark.
And then the image itself emerging on that abandoned, burnt out shed round the back of a pub; Vibrant colours amidst the brown and grey, hopeful and fragile, beautiful life in an ordinary place.