At the end of the Victoria line at the Walthomstow station, and then a 15 minute walk through some suburban streets with some lefts and at other times rights is an industrial estate. Through the gate and buried at the very end of the units where you are convinced you are lost and doubting it's existence at all is God's Own Junkyard. It's a worthy pilgrimage and actually sort of where you expect God would put a junkyard.
The warehouse is a monument to neon and the life works of the late Mr Neon, Chris Bracey. It's littered to the rooftop with cables, plug sockets and choice words with neon epigrams, the whole collection is stacked, I suppose how a junkyard of the sort would be. Full of sex, religion, americana, sci-fi and nostalgia that all blend together surprisingly well, It's a visual feast that you can take in with a coffee and an open mouth. It is a gem of a place.
It is really great.
I am half Spanish, half English, and I lived in Iceland for five months. I don't like soggy bread and I really love roast dinners and tea. By day I try to be a creative copywriter, visual poet and voice over artist but most of the time it's just me juggling my life around. When I was little, I was told not to talk to strangers but now It has become my favorite hobby.
Simona Sharafudinov is an artist living and working in London. Born in Eastern Europe, emigrating to London at an early age she has been a Londoner for over two decades.