It's ironic that I went to the Brick Lane Gallery Annexe - not in Brick Lane at all, but Sclater Street - in order to support my friend Monsieur HaslandGraphica and didn't photograph any of his art at all. He was contributing to this multi-artist show based around abstract art, and as Lady Wildwood couldn't make it down from north of the capital due to strikes on her line I wanted to make the effort, especially as it would also balance out working on the night of Candlemas Day. Msr HaslandGraphica developed this particular sequence of works while in lockdown in France, filtering the cliffs and rivers of the immediate surroundings into digital paintings.
My favourite bit of the whole show was a large black canvas decorated with patterns of black, scarlet, and rust-red, but I wasn't going to reach down the back of the sofa to pay for it. I was also intrigued by Hannah Robinett, who reads Psalms and decides which colour they make her think of, before blocking the words out with gold. I wondered which translation she uses, and also whether there was anything I could justify buying. There wasn't, I fear.
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