The Bun House is one of my favourite places in Peckham. It’s a local pub and art project space. The sense of community and the warm heartedness of everyone, especially Mick (the owner!) are truly genuine. Various events, performances and exhibitions populate the project room, the pub’s drinking zone and the outdoor rooftop terrace at the back.
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The Bun House, 96 Peckham High Street, London, United Kingdom
Current city: London
Inês Rebelo (1981, Lisbon) is a visual artist with a MFA in Fine Art from Goldsmiths College, London. She works in painting, drawing and installation and is interested in the parallel stories that can arise in our relationship with mundane and overlooked ordinary objects, often looking at the relationship between scientific facts and the empirical experience of everyday moments.
 

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