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  • Tasnim Mahdy | BLKBRD Collective | London

    contact. Tasnim Mahdy x BLKBRD Collective Stay Strong London! The Stay Strong route is an organic gallery spreading messages of strength and resilience across a recently boarded up and deserted London. Best enjoyed from about 2m on foot, bicycle or e-scooter. We aim to brighten spirits and acknowledge the contributions of workers at risk. Mixed and painted by , and ( @Seenk26 @TasnimMahdy @DEANIO_X https://www.deaniox.com/) (http://sondosmahdy.com/ Photography by @ecolephoto and @jonnyguardiani Mural Locations ​ 1. The New Cross House, 316 New Cross Rd, New Cross, London SE14 6AF 2. Ballie Ballerson Shoreditch, 97-113 Curtain Rd, Hackney, London EC2A 3BS 3. Ace Hotel London, 100 Shoreditch High St, Hackney, London E1 6JQ 4. The Old Blue Last, 38 Great Eastern St, Hackney, London EC2A 3ES 5. Nikki's Bar, Ground Floor, 39A Hoxton Square, Shoreditch, London N1 6NN 6. 209 Tottenham Court Rd, Fitzrovia, London W1T 7PN 7. G-A-Y Bar, 30 Old Compton St, Soho, London W1D 4UR 8. Piccadilly Circus, London 9. The Prince of Wales Brixton, 467, 469 Brixton Rd, Brixton, London SW9 8HH 10. Asda Deptford Supermarket, 5-9 Deptford High St, Deptford, London SE8 4AD 11. 122 Peckham Hill St, Peckham, London SE15 5JR 12.25 Denmark Hill, Camberwell, London SE5 8RT 13. 211 Stockwell Rd, Ferndale, London SW9 9SL 14. Lower Marsh, Bishop's, London SE1 7RG 15. Westminster, London SW1A 2LZ 16. Vauxhall, London SW8 2LN For a more detailed South Side map follow this link: https://goo.gl/maps/BAnCkYwUJ6v8gqLo7 And a North Side map follow this link: https://goo.gl/maps/dvQU7QZJMNDs5yr69 Black Lives Matter demonstration in Westminster, on Saturday 6th of June. Filmed and edited by Jonny Guardiani Filmed By Andy Ash Photography by Emmanuel Cole contact. Enter Your Name Enter Your Email Enter Your Phone Enter Your Message Here tasnimhmahdy@gmai.com insta: @tasnim.mahdy Send Thanks for submitting!

  • BLKBRD// Ghost Meridian | Mysite

    Ghost Meridian In July 2020, we (BLKBRD COLLECTIVE) were commissioned by to curate an artist-led takeover, to support the reopening of their sites following lockdown. The sail, called Ghost Meridian, addresses the generational experiences of migrants in a historic and contemporary british environment. Royal Museums Greenwich (Installation of the sail has been postponed due to Storm Ellen: installation expected October) BLKBRD COLLECTIVE INTERPRETATION At the Prime meridian - the line of longitude defined to be 0° - hangs a ghostly sail on the Cutty Sarks' mast. Ghosts are usually associated with folk tales, far from human discovery and science. But for the wretched - the victims of violence and atrocities - adopting the demeanor of a spirit is often the only way to be present within an overwhelming scientific world. A world that was first tailored for British interest and fueled out of the suffering and grief of others. And usually, it's the only way for unresolved pain to re-surface from the depths of repression. ` From Greenwich, time is realised and uniformed from an observatory. Imaginary borders are drawn across the equator, and our earth was split into time zones. The white ivory statues and palaces have us believe that it was for the good of humanity. For its unity, for its development and for every "corner of a foreign field that is forever England." Occupations, slave ships, opium wars, colonial expeditions, are overlooked with union jacks. And through maritime adventures, Britain shaped the world in its own image. When we look at clocks to tell the time; When we look at maps to find our homes, we tread on a world that was measured before us. However, the consequences of this drawn and divided world are suffered by millions. Migrants; families; communities are traversing across seas, and time zones, fleeing violently drawn borders, searching for a new home. However, it is in the spirit of human determination that we are told the explorers - now in marble busts - discovered strange land, bringing light to the world. Yet, migrants are revoked of their accomplishments. They sit waiting in deportation prisons, treated as beings who have mysteriously emerged from the dark waters. And for a culture that claims to be modern, valuing the individual through work, the labor behind migration is wholly disregarded. It isn't considered as a worthy adventure, a brave expedition, or a human discovery. Despite the impossibility of a migrant's route, the work, and sweat behind the endless journey, Britain fails to see the migrant as a pioneer, a pathfinder, a bearer of hope. But instead, it quantifies the migrant's struggle in a couple of paragraphs on a deportation letter and deepens the tragedy. ​ ​ ​ No imperial - nor metric - measuring system could measure migrants' wounds. And Migrant time isn't made of just minutes and hours. its units are lories, lifeboats, borders, camps, long roads that cut through all seven seas and all four seasons, smugglers, glares of envy, stares of pity, rivers of tears and an endless trail of home office letters. Time essentially is human tolerance; how long can your feet carry you - however far you can run. Its duration could be infinite. Its pain is endless. Like a vast empire, in which the sun never sets, and the blood never dries.