Painting Our Corner’s of the World

Carrying on that idea of painting more but painting small, I’ve started delicate watercolour paintings of my neighbouring houses. Inspired by the beautiful homes in Bristol I couldn’t resist drawing the city’s gorgeous architecture and adding those vibrant colours in watercolour. Using my artistic license I’ve added small details and extra colours to these paintings. As I continue painting in this style I’m gaining confidence and I can see the collection building. My phone is full of photographs of houses, so I’m definitely not short of inspiration! Everyday I find yet another house I can see as my next painting. I can already see them as prints too! #bringonSBA #SouthBankArtsTrail #Bristol You’ll be able to see them, and purchase originals as well as prints at Southville Community Centre, Bristol 12th & 13th of May!! See you there!

A Language of Middle Class

In an attempt to do my own research into the taste choices of the middles classes, I have photographed here, with permission may I add, Louis’ aunt and uncles family home. With Grayson Perry’s idealisms of the middle classes firmly in my mind already, it wasn’t hard to see the same taste choices he’d suggested cropping up here within this home. The heart shaped emblem in the window for example, the Cath Kidson accessories and the Jamie Oliver cook books. These were all signs that Grayson Perry picked up on himself and were included in his portrayal of the middle classes.

In my essay I wrote: Perry, referring the taste decisions of our homes, suggests; “We often only become aware of these unconscious choices when we move between social classes.” I had my first transitional experience of this when visiting my boyfriend’s family for the first time; their home was very different to mine, filled with books, artworks, and collectables from their well travelled places, not to mention the fancy food I’d little heard of. It certainly didn’t look anything like my Grandmas’. It’s this experience that first placed me in Perry’s 3rd tapestry: Expulsion from Number 8 Eden Close. These photographs now become my own photographic essay of moving between the classes.