With lockdown restrictions keeping us confined to our four walls the daily walk became our moment of freedom. Empty streets had a quiet eeriness. Like those rare moments when we have snowfall and everything becomes faint. It gave us time to gather our thoughts and try to make sense of the severity of it all. To think of loved ones, family and friends. With our minds slowly becoming obscured, the familiarity of our neighbourhoods took hold. Like finding a new friend.
My daily walk was on the backstreets of Lewisham. Like many residents here, I was instantly drawn to the extraordinary house that sits on Loampit Hill. A building that has been in my mind for almost 10 years had now become like a magnet. I would find myself heading straight towards this local landmark. I have admired the house for many years, but now found it even more alluring, almost glowing as I approached the steps. The pandemic had cemented a passion to finally capture it on canvas.
Brenton Pink (Mr Pink), had moved from Jamaica to London in the 1960’s. He fell in love with the Venetian Victorian house which soon became his family home. Putting his heart and soul into the property and nurturing a beautiful garden, he breathed life back into the walls transforming it into a work of art. I used to watch Mr Pink tend to his garden, touching up the walls in vibrant Reds and Blues. He sadly passed away in 2017. I realised that since his passing the house had started to deteriorate rapidly. Almost as if it has succumbed to the strains of the pandemic. I am unsure what the future holds for number 62 Loampit Hill but whatever the outcome it will always remain Mr Pink’s Castle.
Mr Pink’s Castle acrylic on wood, framed Size: 70cm h x 77cm w
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