After I completed my Higher Diploma in Art at Birmingham Art School in 1974 I took a studio space in the deserted rooms above a hardware store on Broad Street. After we (my friend and fellow student at Brum and at Falmouth) cleared the pigeon shit we set to work cleaning the windows revealing the ramshackle beauty of the Gas Street basin.
Back then the canals were just about to be rediscovered but for a year or two the whole area was still a pretty much abandoned territory with a few moored boats and their owners around the basin and the rest of the network simply a place nobody other than winos and druggies - and the occasional ex- art student ever frequented.
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