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Ivor Weiss, Artist

October 18, 2017
by the gentle author

You only have until this Saturday 21st October to catch this rare retrospective at the Weiss Gallery

The Onlooker, 1968

I went down to Jermyn St in St James’ yesterday to meet Mark Weiss of the Weiss Gallery to hear about his father, the painter Ivor Weiss (1919-1986) who was born in Stepney. The gallery is filled with a vibrant display of large confident paintings that possess an emotional fullness and tender humanity. They embody the cultural memory of the Jewish East End superlatively, speaking eloquently of a long life and a significant talent.

“My father was one of four children. His parents were both Romanian Jews who came over to London at the end of the nineteenth century. We don’t know the exact dates, we have very little documentation of family history. My father’s father came from quite a well-to-do family in Bucharest. He was one of four or five children and his wife, whose maiden name was Wiseman, came from a very large family of twelve or thirteen. We don’t know when they got married but we do know they lived, as many immigrant Jews did at that time, in Stepney in the East End around Cable St. So my father was born a Cockney in Stepney in 1919.

His father was a Master Furrier and clearly was quite successful, although he was only naturalised in 1929. By that time, he had clearly made some money and was living in 33 Elgin Crescent, Westbourne Grove. My grandfather was a gambler and my father used to say that his mother was in tears at the end of the week because all the money his father had earned had been spent, betting on dogs and horses.

My father enlisted when war broke out in 1939 when he was only twenty years old. As a nice Jewish boy from the East End, he expected to be put into a force that suited him but instead he was enrolled in a Glaswegian regiment which he hated. He ended up in the Royal Corps of Signals and was posted to the North African campaign, ending up in Malta. There his artistic talents were first recognised and he attended an art school, winning a couple of prizes. When he was demobilised he went to Heatherley School of Art in Baker St and then St Martin’s in the Charing Cross Rd, where he met my mother Joan, who was also an art student and a painter. They married very quickly after that in 1949.

My father’s brother was a pilot in the RAF and had been seconded during the war to teach American pilots how to fly fighter planes and he married a Jewish lady in Montgomery, Alabama. There was still rationing after the war in this country and he invited my father over to Alabama to live. So my parents went to start a new life there and opened an art school called the Weiss Gallery. It was not easy for them because they were committed to their school being desegregated. They hated the situation, but they had spent all their money getting out there. I and my brother were born in America and, by 1955, they had saved enough money to return.

My father had an offer to be a stand-in art teacher at Lancing College for six months and then he got a job in a secondary modern in Brightlingsea, Essex, where my sister was born. To supplement his income, he used to teach evening classes. By chance, he was asked by a local lady if he could sell a painting for her, so my father brokered the sale of the picture to a local antique dealer and earned more money than he could make in a month. My parents drifted into art dealing from our home in Brightlingsea and, within a few years, made enough money to buy a big house in Colchester. My father had an intuitive eye, and he had studied Art History and technique, so he was well placed to become an art dealer, and my mother used to do the restoration. They made quite a formidable team and the business grew rapidly.

Yet he still had aspirations for his art and there came a watershed when Mr Weston, of the wealthy family who owned Fortnum & Mason, invited my father to paint for him and his friends in the south of France, but my father said, ‘No, I don’t want to leave my family.’ It was a fork in the road. If he had done that, he might have developed more of a career as a commercial painter. Having made that choice, painting remained a private exercise. He was never that prolific, and painting remained a personal and emotional thing for him. It was difficult, it was not something that came easy – the creation of pictures.

For the rest of his life, he and my mother concentrated on art dealing with him painting privately. But after a series of minor heart attacks, he had triple heart by-pass surgery and it proved the catalyst for him paint Judaic subjects. They are some of his most powerful works, drawing on the traditions he grew up with in the East End among Hassidic Jews.

My father died of a heart attack in 1986, at the time I opened up my gallery in London which we would have run together. His paintings remained hanging in the houses of members of the family and in storage with my mother until she died aged ninety-two this January. So we thought it was a wonderful opportunity to show his work here in the gallery to commemorate his life and my mother’s life. These are quite emotional paintings for us as a family.

I regret that I never asked my father questions about the East End and he never discussed it. Sorting out my mother’s affairs, I could not even find a marriage certificate, and I realised they had never talked about their wedding and I had never asked, and how sad that is. As children, we never questioned our parents about their past. They grew up through the horrors of the Second World War and, the generation before, they endured the First World War. My grandfather served with great distinction, but had a horrendous time and had nightmares about it for the rest of his life. He did not want to talk about it.

My father was remarkable man and one of the things that strikes me, when I think about him, is that he never made enemies – which is a rare thing in this life. He was multi-talented, he taught pottery, he could make enamel jewellery, he could make furniture, all sorts of things.

The Discussion, 1968

Four Drinkers, 1968

Seated cCouple, fifties

The Anchor Inn, Brightlingsea

The Park Bench, 1967

Woman in Pub, 1981

Boredom, 1964

The Waiting Room, 1964

The Last Supper, 1972

The Elders, 1972

Seated Rabbi, 1972

Approaching Storm, 1966

Wivenhoe Creek, 1966

Ivor & Joan Weiss

In the studio in the fifties

Ivor Weiss painting in the eighties

Ivor Weiss (1919-86), Self Portrait mid-eighties

Paintings copyright © Estate of Ivor Weiss

Portrait of an Artist: Ivor Weiss (1919 – 1986) is at Weiss Gallery until this Saturday 21st October with a special Saturday opening 11-5pm

Hope In The Housing Crisis

October 17, 2017
by the gentle author

Recognising that housing is the burning question of our generation in the capital, I am very pleased to announce the East End Preservation Society‘s C.R. ASHBEE MEMORIAL LECTURE for 2017: HOPE IN THE HOUSING CRISIS - Three creative and humane initiatives dedicated to delivering homes for Londoners.

Oliver Wainwright, Architecture Critic of The Guardian, introduces speakers from three inspirational projects each pursuing different innovative solutions to the Housing Crisis, which could be replicated in the East End and across London.

The lecture takes place on Monday 13th November at 7:30pm in Shoreditch Church.


Dan Cruickshank, Will Palin & The Gentle Author founded the East End Preservation Society in 2013 to cherish the built environment of the East End and encourage a notion of development that serves local communities. Below you can read about the Older Women’s Cohousing Community (OWCH), Naked House and the Rural Urban Synthesis Society (RUSS).

This twenty-five apartment building, two minutes from Barnet High St, was completed just before Christmas 2016. It is home to twenty-six members of the Older Women’s Cohousing Community (OWCH) and is mixed tenure, two thirds leasehold and one third social rental. It is the only senior cohousing community in this country so far. The cohousing model is a way of living as part of an intentional group, where everyone knows each other and is signed up to a common set of core values. In OWCH’s case, these include co-operating and sharing responsiblity, care and support for each other, countering ageist stereotypes and being part of the wider community. OWCH members, aged from fifty-one to eighty-eight, manage the building themselves and use its communal facilities extensively. They had a role in its design, working with Pollard Thomas Edwards, a very user-friendly firm of architects. It won the National Housing Design Award for 2017 and the European Collaborative Housing Award.  - Maria Brenton

Naked House is a not-for-profit housing developer. We build genuinely affordable homes for people on modest incomes who are being priced out of London. Established by four young Londoners in 2013, who were uninspired by increasingly high-spec and expensive shared ownership flats, we strip back design to the bare essentials. A Naked House is a flat or a house that is complete in a minimalist sense. It is habitable and comes with electricity, heating, and a basic bathroom. However, the homes come with few finishes, fittings or partitions. This makes the homes cheaper to buy and allows people to create their own home over time. We have funding from the Mayor of London to build our first twenty-two homes in Enfield on unused garage sites. – Rachel Bagenal

The Rural Urban Synthesis Society (RUSS) is a members-led Community Land Trust in South London, founded in 2009 with the aim of creating sustainable community-led neighbourhoods and truly affordable self-build homes. We have over six hundred members and our mission is to reduce dependence on fossil fuels, increase food security, encourage bio-diversity and provide affordable housing. RUSS aims to establish a model development process for creating homes which will remain genuinely affordable for future generations and which can be replicated across the country. We are seeking to regenerate empty sites across London into sustainable communities with affordable housing and improved environments for people and nature alike. For our first project, we are developing thirty-three homes amongst shared open space at Church Grove in Ladywell, Lewisham. The project, which is planned to start construction in January 2018, offers self-build opportunities for local people. – Kareem Dayes

Dan Cruickshank’s Inugural Address for The East End Preservation Society 2013

“It should now be possible to protect our historic buildings, to maintain and improve our conservation areas, to represent and reinforce traditional communities and to create and sustain well-balanced new communities – ones that build on the rich and inclusive cultural tradition of East London.

But it seems that all these worthy expectations will not be realised without drastic, radical action. East London has reached a critical time in its long and rewarding history. Massive new developments such as the one proposed for Bishopsgate Goodsyard (which includes a series of towers from twenty-eight to five-five storeys in height) threaten to overwhelm adjoining conservation areas and infrastructure, cast shadow over communities and cause irreparable damage to established areas which have a strong character.

There is no strong evidence that developers are actually acting on opinions expressed through the consultation process – and the feeling is that the welfare of many is to be sacrificed for profits for a few.

The sound and handsome nineteen-twenties London Fruit & Wool Exchange in Spitalfields is to be largely demolished for a scheme which includes no housing, and which entails the destruction of the popular local pub, The Gun, and the eradication of the important late seventeenth-century street, Dorset St. The site could hardly be more sensitive, located in a conservation area, and opposite Nicholas Hawksmoor’s Christ Church, one of most moving historic buildings in London.

After much debate and local opposition, the scheme was originally rejected by Tower Hamlets Council – a victory for community action and local democracy – but the Mayor of London intervened and, after acting as judge and jury, overturned the local authority’s decision and granted development consent. An alternative scheme – drawn up by local groups and which kept the important existing buildings and street pattern, which built on the history of the site – which proposed some housing and which would have created local employment – was dismissed out of hand.

This story represents a collapse of local democracy, and a cynical disregard of local people and opinion. So much for democracy when it comes to the protection and enhancement of East London! So much for the opinions of local communities! So much for history!

To me, it is obvious that an East End Preservation Society is needed a) to gather and represent local opinion b) to help East London people stand together c) to give them a voice and make that voice count (to ensure it is not only heard but also that it is acted upon) and d) to reveal and promote an urban vision which is not governed by short-term and personal profit, but which evokes and embraces more worthy and more communal aims – and which enshrines the spirit and character of East London.

Our opinions – the opinions of ordinary Londoners – matter, and must not be cast aside by corporations or corporate politicians. United we stand, divided we fall.

If we become a coherent pressure group, national and local politicians and planners will be obliged to listen to us. We have much to lose but – if we stick together – much to gain.”

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Albert Turpin’s Bethnal Green

October 16, 2017
by the gentle author

Below you can read an extract from the memoirs of Albert Turpin (1900-64), Artist, Anti-Fascist, Window Cleaner, & Mayor of Bethnal Green, written between 1945 and 1947 and published now for the first time.

Entitled THE EAST END, My Birthright, it will be launched on Wednesday 18th October from 6pm at the Nunnery Gallery at Bow where a retrospective of Albert Turpin’s paintings is currently on show. There will be readings by Michael Cashman and all are welcome.

Albert Turpin, Artist, Anti-Fascist, Window Cleaner & Mayor of Bethnal Green

Bethnal Green is accepted all over the world as a typical home of the Cockney who, by his outstanding characteristics, has made himself a well-known figure in story and song. To anyone who has only known Bethnal Green in our times, the name seems very fancy, but for most it has been ordinary working class houses with parts degenerating into the most dilapidated, stinking slum. Alley and narrow street form themselves into a maze that can trap a stranger for long periods. In fact there was, until recently, a patch of these alleys in the Roman Rd area which was called by the locals ‘the bunk’ because it provided an avenue of escape from the police.

Anyway, there were times when Bethnal Green was actually green, the green coming from the fact that the hamlet had the usual village green around which the lads of the village lolled on Sundays. You can see them lolling still, outside the Salmon & Ball.

Less than two hundred years ago, we are told, the district was almost entirely rural and the farmlands were so fertile that they could yield two crops a year. The change from an agricultural parish into an overcrowded slum began when a large number of Huguenots, fleeing from the religious persecution in France, introduced the art of silk weaving into Spitalfields and the south-west portion of Bethnal Green.

Even now, after slum clearance schemes and Hitler’s bombs, there can still be seen the long-windowed, low-ceilinged cottages that housed the weavers, and in many places are the mulberry trees that were planted for the purposes of silk weaving. By the way, it is not uncommon to find in out of the way back gardens, grape vines – very old, but still bearing much fruit.

The origin of the name is not quite clear, although one thing is certain, and that is that it has not always been Bethnal Green. It has at different times been Blithehale, Blythenhale, Bleten Hall and Bednal Green.

It was at Bethnall House that Samuel Pepys brought his famous Diary for safe keeping whilst the Great Fire of London was raging.

By 1740, the population had grown to 15,000, among these being a certain John Turpin. I know, for his name is clearly set down in the Parish Minute Book under the date 1720, the ink being faded but the handwriting with the old quill pen superb.

The most picturesque story connected with this old community is that of Henry de Montfort, son of Simon de Montfort who was slain in the Battle of Evesham in 1265. Henry, it is said, was left for dead in the field of battle and blind through his wounds, was found by a Baron’s daughter who smuggled him away, nursed him and finally tokeep him from his enemies took the livelihood of begging and settled in Old Bethnal Green. The Blind Beggar of Bethnal Green has, through the years since, been the subject of song and story and has been officially recognised by using the Blind Beggar and his daughter Bessie as the Borough emblem.

Coming from Shoreditch, the main thoroughfare, Bethnal Green Rd, runs through the heart of the district. At the very entrance to the Borough there are markets held on Sunday mornings, and people come from all parts of London because of the distinctive flavour of these parts. There is the piece of ground where, for a hundred years, dogs of every sort and price are sold. A little further along are birds, singing birds, for the cockney was a most ardent fancier. He still is, but I can remember when every barber’s shop had a long row of canaries and finches – dozens of them – around the shop, and in the summer they would be hung up outside the shop.

In those early days, on a Sunday morning, one would always see dozens of workmen with their pets in their little cages, taking them to the Victoria Park. There the cages were hung on railings and left for hours at a time, the idea being, I suppose, that the free birds singing in the nearby trees and bushes would prompt the caged bird to sing.

At these markets, all kinds of livestock were sold – rabbits, fowls, ducks and even goats, for the Bethnal Greener was an ardent backyard farmer, while hundreds of gardens held pigeon lofts. At the Bethnal Green Men’s Institute every year many prizes for livestock breeding are still won against people who come from all over England.

Then there is another of these distinctive markets known as the Flower Market which is held in Columbia Road where, down the entire length of the street and on both sides are stalls from which are sold bulbs, flowers, bushes – in fact everything connected with the garden. The fact that this market has been going strong for half a century to my knowledge, will prove the East Ender to be quite a character, for people who have to live all their lives in a jumble of mean, huddled apologies for houses and who try to brighten the gloomy atmosphere with flowers, are obviously fighters.

The Bethnal Greener has always liked to do his shopping in the open street, and in this case almost the whole of one side of Bethnal Green Rd is an open market. Stalls are set side by side in the gutter, and although the market constitutes a danger to traffic, and is a nuisance to the authorities, it still goes on merrily. More than once attempts have been made to do away with Sunday markets and the street market, always without success.

It was in Bethnal Green that an unusual experiment was made to this end, by the Baroness Burdett Coutts, a wealthy and public spirited lady who, at a cost of £200,000, cleared a large tract of slums and had erected modern dwellings and a very fine building to be used as a market. This building had the appearance of a Gothic cathedral. The scheme never took on and was gradually surrounded and finally engulfed by the numerous small woodworking workshops that invaded the district from Shoreditch, and so the cockney trader still gaily shouts his wares from the gutter in Bethnal Green Rd.

In the Victorian days, there must have been a pub on each corner of every street. Many of these are still there but many have been turned into workshops and in more than one case, into boys clubs and social welfare headquarters.

Another feature that linked old Bethnal Green with our times were the many byways and courts that still had, when I was a child, clung to their old fashioned cottage front gardens. In many places, building had been such that small group of cottages were built around and hemmed in until they formed a square hidden away from the rest of the Borough. Some of these old landmarks have gone, but for all their tumble-down condition, they always held an appeal for me. In summer, the bright flowers bloomed against the background of white-washed walls, wooden picket fences ran between the gardens, and it was a very poor cottage that did not have a couple of trilling birds hanging over the doorway.

The cockney’s clothing was as full of character as himself. I have seen him, when a boy, on Sunday in moleskin or corduroy trousers almost white in colour, a heavy belt around his middle  a heavy waist coat and a jacket that came down well over his hips with plenty of pockets and that most colourful touch, the neckerchief or choker. Collar and tie or bows were never thought of. Because of laziness? Oh no, he wore clothes with an air and took as much time selecting his choker as the old cowboy of Texas did. There was shop in Bethnal Green Rd, until Hitler removed it, that sold nothing but these squares of soft coloured silk and they cost more than a dozen stiff collars and ties. Of course, the cockney never wore anything but a cap and I can only think of the old time cockney as always wearing his cap at the back of his head and over one ear.

Yes, he was a colourful soul with rigid principles and as independent as the nomad arab or the Western cowhand. But, like all these types, he is dying out – so many parts of the East End have changed. Where many of the coffee shops, of the ‘good pull up for the carmen’ fame were, are now Italian cafes with fake marble topped tables instead of the wooden high backed seats. Even the cockney of the coster barrow is being superseded by the cheap jack and our market places, which were once the homes of merry banter and good fellowship, are gradually coming under the influence of outsiders.

That was the Bethnal Green of the past and, as some of the inhabitants have changed, so has the district itself. As I write, plans have been announced for the ceremonial opening of the first Bethnal Green Tube Station which is reported as being the underground station of the future. It has three escalators and is lit throughout with fluorescent lighting. The air is changed four times an hour through bronze grills on the platforms by an improved ventilation system.

What a change in a short life time. When we were kids we used, on a summer’s afternoon, to sit on the curb outside the Salmon & Ball to wait for the horse trams and horse buses to pass with the conductors on top, when we would get on the platform to ride until the conductor came down. I shall think of those times, I know, whenever I use the Tube, for the new station is situated underneath the Fish & Globe, as the locals called the Salmon & Ball.

Salmon & Ball, c. 1955

Columbia Market

Paintings copyright © Estate of Albert Turpin

The East End – My Birthright is a memoir of Turpin’s remarkable life. It includes first-hand descriptions of political events in the East End – fights with the Blackshirts, arrests, meetings in Victoria Park, as well as the Battle of Cable St. His descriptions of the Blitz and the destruction of his beloved East End are a rare insight into the lives of ordinary people confronted by unimaginable horrors. The book is illustrated by Turpin’s paintings and drawings as well as cuttings, posters and photographs from his family’s collection.

Albert Turpin lived all his life in Bethnal Green. In the Great War, he served in the Marines and witnessed the massacre of Armenians in Turkey and the Russian Revolution. In the thirties, he became a Socialist, a Labour councillor and prominent anti-Fascist. Indeed, he was accused of being behind the disturbances at the Battle of Cable St, when a march by Mosley’s Blackshirts through the East End was fiercely resisted. In the Second World War he volunteered as a firefighter and saw action throughout the Blitz.

Turpin was an accomplished artist, involved with the East London Group of artists in the twenties and thirties. He sketched and painted throughout his life, after the war depicting the reconstruction of Bethnal Green. In 1946, he became Mayor of Bethnal Green.

Click to by a copy of THE EAST END, MY BIRTHRIGHT direct from the publisher Francis Boutle.

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James Mackinnon’s Solo Exhibition

October 15, 2017
by the gentle author

Once, artists came to the East End because it was cheap to live here but James Mackinnon is one of those who can longer afford to stay because it is too expensive, and he has moved from Hackney to Hastings.

Ironically, James’ work is so popular that it has taken years for him to have his first solo show because his pictures usually sell before he can collect enough for an exhibition. So I am delighted to announce the opening of James Mackinnon’s show this week at The Millinery Works, N1 3JS, running from Tuesday 17th October until 12th November.

Spitalfields Life readers are invited to private views on Tuesday 17th from 6pm and Sunday 22nd from noon to 5pm. James Mackinnon is featured in EAST END VERNACULAR, Artists who painted London’s East End streets in the 20th century, and James and I will be introducing the book and signing copies at 3pm on Sunday 22nd.

Tower at Night, London Fields

The streetscapes of the East End in general and LOndon Fields in particular by James Mackinnon (born 1968) have captivated me for years. The seductive sense of atmosphere and magical sense of possibility in these pictures is matched by the breathtaking accomplishment of their painterly execution.

Remarkably, James is a third generation artist, with his uncle Blake and grandfather Hugh before him – which perhaps accounts for the classical nature of his technique even if his sensibility is undeniably contemporary.

We sat outside Christ Church, Spitalfields, chatting about the enduring allure of the East End for artists, and I was sorry learn that James has been forced to leave due to rising rents.

Like several others I met while researching my book, he is an artist who is genuinely deserving of appreciation by a much wider audience. It is very disappointing that the rewards for such a prodigiously talented painter as James Mackinnon are so little that he can no longer afford to be in the East End, and the East End is lesser for it.

“I grew up in South London in Lee Green and I used to go to the Isle of Dogs through the foot tunnel under the Thames and I was mystified by the area north of the river. Sometimes I would bunk off school with a sketchbook and go wandering there. It seemed a mysterious land, so I thought ‘What’s further up from the Isle of Dogs?’ I was a kid and I had been taken up to the West End, but I had never been to the East End and I sensed there was something extraordinary over that way.

I had always loved drawing and I got a scholarship in art to Dulwich College when I was eleven. The art department was wonderful and I got massive support, so I used be in the art block most of the time.
Later on, having left home and gone through college, there was a big recession and it was tough, all the students were scrabbling around for work, I had an epiphany. I was sat next to the Thames and I realised I just wanted to look at buildings and paint them. Since I was a child, buildings and their atmosphere, the feeling of buildings always had this resonance that I could not put my finger on.

As a kid, I was painting with poster paint and drawing with felt tips, and I was obsessed with the Post Office Tower. There was an art deco Odeon in Deptford that was derelict for years and it was demolished at the end of the eighties, and that had a huge effect on me. I sat in the back of my dad’s car and we drove past on the way up to London, and I would see this building and almost have a heart attack, I had such strong feelings about it. My God this thing is extraordinary, I am in love with it! It was falling to bits, it had pigeons sitting in the roof and it had wonderful art deco streamlining but it had this atmosphere, an elegance and a sadness. Even with the Post Office Tower, I felt it had this presence as though it were a person. That comes to the fore when you paint and you feel the place. You are not just concentrating on the architecture, it’s an emotional thing.

So with painting and drawing skills, I wanted to explore the landscape and often the hinterland. There is something compelling about going to a place you do not really know about – the mysterious world of places. The atmosphere of places is borne out of people and their residue, it’s about people living in a place.

By exploring, I was slowly drawn to where my heart was guiding me. In the early nineties, I moved to the East End because it was affordable and I had always wanted to explore there. And I was there until around 2013. I lived in Hackney and had a great time there, and made some great friends.

I was struggling as an artist, there was a lot of signing on the dole, but it was an act of faith, I knew it was what I had to do. I had always painted buildings.

I lived near London Fields and there is this little terrace of Georgian houses with a railway line and overhead electric wires, and there are some tower blocks in the distance, and you have all this grass. That was at the bottom of my road, it was such an interesting juxtaposition. A lot of East London landscapes have that, you might get a church sitting next to a railway line, next to tower block, next to the canal and a bit of old railing and some graffiti. That funny mixture. So I would just go and paint what I wanted. I painted what I was drawn to. For a long time, I was obsessed with Stratford. No-one had done anything to it at that time and I would go round the back streets and I roamed the hinterlands. I walked through to Plaistow and it is all part of a certain landscape that you find in the East End. To make a picture, you have got to find something that moves you and it can be something at the bottom of your road that resonates for you and makes the right composition for a painting. It’s hard to explain.

I had a go at having a studio but I was always a struggling artist so, when it came to rent day, it got tricky. It’s lovely having a studio but I could not afford it. I tried living in my studio for a bit to save money on the rent but the landlord found out and there was a cat and mouse game.

By the time I left, I think I had found myself. There is something in the painting that says it is me rather than anyone else and that has evolved from having done it for twenty years. I just about managed to survive. I realised I have got the tenacity and self belief. This is what I love. You find your path after a lot of struggle but it only comes by doing it. You realise that a great painting can come from something very ordinary, you can go for a walk and there might be something round the corner that knocks you out. There was a lot of that in the East End and I am still obsessed by it though it is changing hugely. Some of the landscapes have changed and some of the shops have gone. I miss Hackney in many ways but I do not miss struggling and rents going up. The area has changed.

So now I have moved to Hastings. I had a little boy and it became untenable to carry on living in the East End. I had no choice.”

East London Nocturne

Regent’s Canal, Broadway Market

Regent’s Canal, Rosemary Works

Post & Telegraph, Victoria Park

Round Midnight at The Haggerston, Dalston

The Flask, exterior

The Flask, interior

Early Doors, The Shakespeare, Stoke Newington

The Rochester Castle, Stoke Newington

Camden Town Tube

Hampstead Tube

Pickled eggs and onions

Blue Pot with Guinness Bottle

Backstreets, St Leonard’s on Sea

Love Café, St Leonard’s On Sea

Seaside Terrace

Paintings copyright © James Mackinnon

James Mackinnon’s FROM HACKNEY TO HASTINGS is at The Millinery Works, 85/87 Southgate Rd, N1 3JS from 17th October until 12th November

Click here to order a copy of EAST END END VERNACULAR for £25

Learn How To Write Your Own Blog

October 14, 2017
by the gentle author

Join me for a weekend in an eighteenth century weavers’ house in Fournier St and learn how to write your own blog. Learn the secrets of how Spitalfields Life runs, enjoy delicious lunches from Leila’s Cafe and cakes freshly baked to eighteenth century recipes by Townhouse. We always have a lot of fun. Places are available for the weekends of 4th & 5th November and we are also taking bookings for 3rd & 4th February 2018. The course fee of £300 includes lunches, cakes, teas and coffees. Email to book your place.


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“The Gentle Author is a master blogger and, happily for us, prepared to pass on skills. This “How to write a blog” course goes well beyond offering information about how to start blogging – it helps you to see the world in a different light, and inspires you to blog about it.  You won’t find a better way to spend your time or money if you’re considering starting a blog.”

“I gladly traveled from the States to Spitalfields for the How to Write a Blog Course. The unique setting and quality of the Gentle Author’s own writing persuaded me and I was not disappointed. The weekend provided ample inspiration, like-minded fellowship, and practical steps to immediately launch a blog that one could be proud of. I’m so thankful to have attended.”

“I took part in The Gentle Author’s blogging course for a variety of reasons: I’ve followed Spitalfields Life for a long time now, and find it one of the most engaging blogs that I know; I also wanted to develop my own personal blog in a way that people will actually read, and that genuinely represents my own voice. The course was wonderful. Challenging, certainly, but I came away with new confidence that I can write in an engaging way, and to a self-imposed schedule. The setting in Fournier St was both lovely and sympathetic to the purpose of the course. A further unexpected pleasure was the variety of other bloggers who attended: each one had a very personal take on where they wanted their blogs to go, and brought with them an amazing range and depth of personal experience. “

“I found this bloggers course was a true revelation as it helped me find my own voice and gave me the courage to express my thoughts without restriction. As a result I launched my professional blog and improved my photography blog. I would highly recommend it.”

“An excellent and enjoyable weekend: informative, encouraging and challenging. The Gentle Author was generous throughout in sharing knowledge, ideas and experience and sensitively ensured we each felt equipped to start out.  Thanks again for the weekend. I keep quoting you to myself.”

“My immediate impression was that I wasn’t going to feel intimidated – always a good sign on these occasions. The Gentle Author worked hard to help us to find our true voice, and the contributions from other students were useful too. Importantly, it didn’t feel like a ‘workshop’ and I left looking forward to writing my blog.”

“The Spitafields writing course was a wonderful experience all round. A truly creative teacher as informed and interesting as the blogs would suggest. An added bonus was the eclectic mix of eager students from all walks of life willing to share their passion and life stories. Bloomin’ marvellous grub too boot.”

“An entertaining and creative approach that reduces fears and expands thought”

“The weekend I spent taking your course in Spitalfields was a springboard one for me. I had identified writing a blog as something I could probably do – but actually doing it was something different!  Your teaching methods were fascinating, and I learnt a lot about myself as well as gaining  very constructive advice on how to write a blog.  I lucked into a group of extremely interesting people in our workshop, and to be cocooned in the beautiful old Spitalfields house for a whole weekend, and plied with delicious food at lunchtime made for a weekend as enjoyable as it was satisfying.  Your course made the difference between thinking about writing a blog, and actually writing it.”

“After blogging for three years, I attended The Gentle Author’s Blogging Course. What changed was my focus on specific topics, more pictures, more frequency, more fun. In the summer I wrote more than forty blogs, almost daily from my Tuscan villa on village life and I had brilliant feedback from my readers. And it was a fantastic weekend with a bunch of great people and yummy food.”

“An inspirational weekend, digging deep with lots of laughter and emotion, alongside practical insights and learning from across the group – and of course overall a delightfully gentle weekend.”

“The course was great fun and very informative, digging into the nuts and bolts of writing a blog.   There was an encouraging and nurturing atmosphere that made me think that I too could learn to write a blog that people might want to read.  - There’s a blurb, but of course what I really want to say is that my blog changed my life, without sounding like an idiot.   The people that I met in the course were all interesting people, including yourself.   So thanks for everything.”

“This is a very person-centred course.  By the end of the weekend, everyone had developed their own ideas through a mix of exercises, conversation and one-to-one feedback. The beautiful Hugenot house and high-calibre food contributed to what was an inspiring and memorable weekend.”

“It was very intimate writing course that was based on the skills of writing. The Gentle Author was a superb teacher.”

“It was a surprising course that challenged and provoked the group in a beautiful supportive intimate way and I am so thankful for coming on it.”

“I did not enrol on the course because I had a blog in mind, but because I had bought TGA’s book, “Spitalfields Life”, very much admired the writing style and wanted to find out more and improve my own writing style. By the end of the course, I had a blog in mind, which was an unexpected bonus.”

“This course was what inspired me to dare to blog. Two years on, and blogging has changed the way I look at London.”




Spend a weekend in an eighteenth century weaver’s house in Spitalfields and learn how to write a blog with The Gentle Author.

This course will examine the essential questions which need to be addressed if you wish to write a blog that people will want to read.

“Like those writers in fourteenth century Florence who discovered the sonnet but did not quite know what to do with it, we are presented with the new literary medium of the blog – which has quickly become omnipresent, with many millions writing online. For my own part, I respect this nascent literary form by seeking to explore its own unique qualities and potential.” - The Gentle Author


1. How to find a voice – When you write, who are you writing to and what is your relationship with the reader?
2. How to find a subject – Why is it necessary to write and what do you have to tell?
3. How to find the form – What is the ideal manifestation of your material and how can a good structure give you momentum?
4. The relationship of pictures and words – Which comes first, the pictures or the words? Creating a dynamic relationship between your text and images.
5. How to write a pen portrait – Drawing on The Gentle Author’s experience, different strategies in transforming a conversation into an effective written evocation of a personality.
6. What a blog can do – A consideration of how telling stories on the internet can affect the temporal world.


The next courses will be held at 5 Fournier St, Spitalfields on 4th & 5th November and on 3rd & 4th February.

The Course runs from 10am -5pm on Saturday and 11am-5pm on Sunday.

Accomodation at 5 Fournier St is available upon enquiry to Fiona Atkins

Email to book a place on the course.

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