Possessions
Fragments 2:32
As British racing green looks great on E-Types, Aston Martins, and Jim Clark’s championship-winning Lotus, so the gloss version should work on the walls of my spare bedroom.
I paint in a gentle rhythm, window and door masked. Not a drop splashes, not a brush-mark shows. It’s a disaster. Dark green walls crowd in on each other, sucking up light.
Now what? My choice as it’s my home, or technically the bank’s, for the next twenty years. Seventy-three Gipsy Hill is at the end of a row of terraced houses, newly converted into flats. I’m on the first floor. It’s south of the river, takes a few buses, or overground and underground rail to get to FCB. The journey is twice as long as the walk across Regents Park, and I jostle through the rush-hour crush twice a day. Worthwhile, I believe, as my space is my canvas.
Marilyn Monroe photos become heat-proof table mats; a Tiffany style lampshade in the kitchen, features the Coca-Cola logo; the glass and brass coffee table converts to a dinner table. Pat on the back, my design.
And British racing green walls. I’ll get used to them. The colour will be calming at night. I can set up a photographic darkroom in here. I can also say “I messed up” but I won’t.
fine homes fancy cars
before
life shrinks to one room
Love this❤️