I see this wall and I think....WOW! I like it, like it, like it. Is it made of candy? Can I touch it just to see? Surreptitiously, if no one is looking - I may sniff it to make doubly sure it's not actually made of Refreshers. Then somewhere from the depths of my absurd mental workings floats a Roy Orbisons song.........
.....A candy-coloured clown they call the sand man,
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
"Go to sleep. Everything is all right.......
If you follow Buckets & Spades Blog then you will already know that I am prone to bouts of wall-spotting. I can stare at a wall so long that I often receive concerned looks from passersby. I've grown used to the looks and grown comfortable in my habit. Some walls are just too interesting to walk pass without giving them a little time.
This wall belongs to Sugarhouse Studios. It stands pretty in a wonky heart-shaped enclave just off Stratford High Street known as Sugar House Lane. The area feels quite forgotten and vulnerable consisting of a hodgepodge of workshops, warehouses and yards that tell a tale of London's bludgeoning industrial past. Now a conservation area, buildings dating back to the 1800's stand alongside more recent additions and together they watch the traffic pass by in solemn silence. Yet, once upon a 1900's, ink manufacturers, machinery makers, timber merchants, ultramarine, asphalt, concrete block and brick makers and even a horse abattoir went about their daily grind here. It is a fascinating spot, a place we often like to walk, and attempt to further explore (much to the confusion of a well-meaning security guard).
Well check me out. How I've managed to waffle on-and-on a la Erykah Badu. Isn't it amazing how a wall, just a wall, can inspire such stories?
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Sugarhouse Studios is more than just a wall! It houses a collective of brilliant creatives, look 'em up HERE.