St. Giles' breed, better hang than seed

Some people draw what’s around them. I draw what’s underneath.

I walk the same streets as Old Simon Edy, an infamous beggar of the nineteenth century whose pitch was the Resurrection Gate of St. Giles Church. My neighbour is Jack Norris, the musical shrimp man and notorious cadger who once dwelt in the Rookery too. My friend in the local arts scene is William Wrench, the Steeple-Keeper who sold Christmas poetry and pamphlets to our local rich parishioners in the eighteenth century.

My home is the ancient parish of St. Giles. Named for the patron saint of lepers, a place the authorities wanted always to sweep under the carpet. Beggars, transients, drunks, crack dealers and the lawless have all called it home.

There’s a thirst for life here. Always has been. Once it was slaked by 17,000 gin shops. Art, rock and roll, coiners, cadging ramblers, cracksmen, theatre, love, murder, prostitution. They all have a home here.

I love to observe life and history. We live, work, sleep and die in the same places, the same contexts and the same ways as our ancestors.

Only the scenery changes.

St. Giles missives

Regeneration City Blues talk – Jane Palm-Gold with special guest, Fiona Cartledge

I was really pleased to present some of my exhibition research to visitors at Leeds College of Art last […]

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Stop Press! ‘Regeneration City Blues’ talks on Monday 30th March!

I will be presenting a talk on my ‘Regeneration City Blues’ exhibition on Monday 30th March at Leeds College […]

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a_n magazine – Top Ten – Regeneration City Blues

‘Regeneration City Blues’ featured in this week’s a_n magazines Top Ten! Here!

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Press Release – Regeneration City Blues

I am pleased to announce the press release for my new show, ‘Regeneration City Blues’!

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