It stands before me, an off white space that stretches out as far as the eye can see. A great snowy expanse like a winter scene, a Bruegel perhaps but not the colour of freshly fallen virgin snow, no, the colour of snow that lies by the roadside, dirty, grey and faded. I am standing … Continue reading Ceiling
Paint
It started with a trip to Block and Quayle for five litres of emulsion. A colour no longer off the shelf but available to be mixed, a flat white, tinted and shaken to become green earth, a greyish green like damp potting clay. It replaced the sandy yellow on the walls, lightening and brightening the … Continue reading Paint
Thoughts from a Guerrilla Worker 