A watercolour of the outside of my flat in the Old Fire Station, Old Kent Road, imaging it as a squatted property. At the time I focused on imaging the space before it had been more recently renovated into flats, removing the decking and safety railings and picket fence. I boarded over the windows, and added graffiti borrowed from other sites in London in the 80’s. In the window is hung my cherished bedsheet, which is practically my blanky, here being used as curtains. Not long after making this work, I began to reconsider it, thinking of the financial privilege I have in being able to rent in London and deciding that it was problematic to be fantasising about the space I live in as a squatted property.

Almost a full two months later I discovered that the building was in fact squatted in the 80’s and functioned as a domestic, anarchist, art studio and gig venue for punks. This realisation completely recontextualised this work.