A few lines for the polluted canal dividing Hackney Wick from the Olympic Shark.
Poisoned cherry tree,
Bare your fruit to me.
Beneath the pounding sun, 57 more words
A new piece that’s been evolving in the studio over the last few weeks, fresh layers, new growth, a painting on a piece of found wood, a piece of wood picked up off the Hackney street, and when a piece of wood has been thrown out then fresh layers will grow on that piece of wood. 224 more words