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Rain pouring

 

It blocks

 

From seeing my house,

Halfway down Glenlyon road.

 

Wet drenches the bare paving slabs


As I trudge one after another, on Westmount road.

 

Ivy creeps up concrete

 

Weeds continue to grow,

They overflow driveways

 

Like the water, that fills my shoes.

Distant Siren

 

Smell of smoke,

 

Wind beating

 

Man with dog.

Woman with pram.

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The man with the pink shirt, with a smoke across the road, always alone.

 

White picket fence,

Needs a paint again.

A project depicting suburban South East London shot on film. The photographs are interspersed with poetry written by the artist exploring the loss of the childhood home, and the banality of suburbia, revealing how the house becomes a melancholic object.

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