My overriding feeling of disappointment and upset about the state I found ‘Bread and Roses’ in days after the Referendum result stayed with me for a while. While intellectually, I was able to accept the dramatic change as an exciting part of the process, emotionally, it was a whole other ball game. Up until this point, I had been really enjoying watching and documenting the subtle, delicate changes to the decaying bread and roses as they unfolded. It was hard to stomach seeing it transformed so suddenly, to a black, treacle-like sludge.

I’ve now got things back into perspective. Since the deluge of rain managed to find its way in, ‘Bread and Roses’ has dried out considerably. Yesterday I photographed and documented the more dried out version. I no longer feel that it’s been irreparably damaged, my immediate response when I saw the assemblage in its saturated, sodden state.

If things happen for a reason, then the sudden, dramatic change served as a pertinent reminder of just how bad things had become. There was a marked increase in racist and xenophobic attacks in the weeks following the decision to leave the EU and, for those whose lives run parallel to what’s been happening to the bread and roses – ie. those citizens being neglected and not cared for – things have continued to get worse. It doesn’t make the news very often, but austerity measures continue to impact on the most marginalised and disadvantaged people in our society and the standard of living for many, including children, low-income families and people with disabilities, continues to spiral downwards. Sanctions imposed upon the lives of some UK citizens are considered to be so draconian that reports by the UN has warned that austerity policies are a breach of international human rights – that’s how bad things are for a section of the UK population.

If every picture tells a story, then these images speak volumes about the impact of an uncaring, neglectful society, from one year to the next.

July 2015

July 2016


This is a postscript really, to my last post here. I’m writing it because it feels important to me to acknowledge how disappointed I’ve been feeling since the end of last week, when I went to photograph ‘ Bread and Roses.’

The rain unusually, had managed to find its way in and I was presented with a very different landscape from the one I’ve been documenting over the past year.

The bread and roses are a sodden mess, swamped in water – sludge and smears and a real sense of ugliness has developed. The rain water had clearly been sitting around for a while and the entire assemblage stank when I lifted the plastic box away. The irony, as I said in my last post, has not escaped me – that this should have happened this week of all weeks. Can it get any closer to reflecting what has been going on in British politics these past few days?