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Twelve images of Homelessness, A mixture of text and image, eleven etched portraits and one woodcut interfaced with Letterpress headline type.
\n\u2018Lit by Moonlight\u2019 a poem by Fred Tohill. Printed on Somerset (250 gsm) and Morella (250 gsm black). Contained in an embossed folio. In an edition of 30.
\nSheet 25 x 19 in, 625 x 475 mm Folio 26 x 20 in, 650 x 510 mm.
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[\/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]\u2018No Fixed Abode\u2019 the first plate in HOSTEL presents a composite view of a Salvation Army hostel in Spa Road, Bermondsey, and the Camden Night Shelter at 9 St Pancras Way. The smell of cheap detergent and the Dickensian existence these institutions continue to represent is from a past age of workhouses and asylums. Over several years I worked in these soulless places. To wile away the seemingly endless hours I drew these portraits.
\n\u2018The Gentlemen of the Road\u2019 wander the land with limited possessions out of necessity, broken men and women appear defiant or consumed by their circumstances. A man shouts in front of a building with a sign stating \u2018Commit no Nuisance\u2019, another sits passively underneath a note in the canteen announcing \u2018Due to pilfering there will be no Bread for dinner\u2019, a woman holds a dog as if it was her beloved child. Beneath their look of stoic acceptance a storm rages; a cocktail of abuse, anger, remorse and broken dreams.[\/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space][vc_custom_heading text=”THE MEEK WILL INHERIT THE EARTH
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