We try to have conversations with bricks as often as possible, and during our last one, we learnt that… …17 of them, London Bricks, are forging wild plans for East Street Market.
At night, when the turmoil of the market has passed, they talk quietly about their dreams. Though only protruding from the mute brick surface in the politest of ways, they get prime views of the voluptuous forms, colourful and bold exotic fruits that change hands beneath them every day. Enviously, they dream of emancipating from the plane and participating in the spectacle. The one just above Charlie Chaplin’s plaque pictures herself as a part of a lavish starfruit, dissolving upwards; her neighbour would prefer to play a role in a pixelated pineapple. They find it difficult to agree. We have decided to act as their advocates and help the bricks to realise their dreams.