The room becomes a painting.

Sixteen women, sixteen lengths of cloth, one evening. Yours hangs with your number on it and comes down whole at the end, to go home with you. You don’t need to be able to paint. Made for coming on your own.

I · Before

You book. You send us one line, or one image, of a dream.

It goes up on the wall, unnamed, among the things we have pinned for the night.

The reference table before an evening begins: printed images spread across a pink cloth beside a vase of flowers, at a surrealist painting salon in London
II · The night Three hours, one room, London
The room set before anyone arrives: lengths of calico hung and clipped, cloth-covered tables of glasses, at a painting evening in London
Find your number. A glass poured, a length of cloth with your number on the tag.
A hand lifting a brush from a pail of magenta paint beside a printed reference image, at a painting evening in London
Start anywhere on it. Whole-arm painting, six colours, nothing to copy.
A woman painting directly onto her hung length of cloth with her hands, at a painting evening for women in London
The room fills. Sixteen lengths going at once, and the floor too.
Women talking together around a cloth-covered table of flowers and printed images at the end of a painting evening in London
The salon. Everyone on the painted floor, wine, one question.
A woman taking her painted length down from the wall at the end of a painting evening in London for women
III · After

Your length comes down whole. It is rolled painted side out, tied and tagged, and leaves with you. The floor stays with us: it is folded and kept as the record of the night.

Not in the room

A teacher

A sample painting

An easel

A table

White paint

Session 04 Thursday 26 November, 7pm to 9:45pm London Join the waitlist

Sixteen places.

The address goes to seat holders.