Yesterday we went to the wonderfulness they call Deptford High Street in London’s borough of Lewisham. I couldn’t immediately find what I was there for when I got out of the bus, so I pretty much walked the high street up and down for about three quarters of an hour, stopping for a pint of happy hour Red Stripe amongst the locals. And what locals they were.

When I met my accompaniment I was sitting on the anchor that is the landmark of Deptford High Street, where a man viciously eating chicken, chips and mayonnaise, asked me which country I am from. ‘Holland,’ I replied, whereupon he started talking in Polish, assuming I would understand. I found that quite funny.

But anyway, after inhaling the fragrances of half-rotting fish and meat we wandered down the street once more, eventually finding the bloody gallery. Notice Gallery had closed white wooden panels on the inside, ensuring Joe Watling’s video projection had an excellent environment. Little note to the side here, Deptford is the place of the ancient road from London to Dover, which was then called Watling Street (I bet you didn’t know that, Joe.)

A little sculpture was placed in a glass box, a video and a projector were playing shapes that looked like close ups from sculptures. I noticed that in Notice Gallery’s backyard stood a big concrete, broken and incomplete version of the sculpture we’d already seen indoors. It all looked very monumental and museumish. Going back through the hallway, Joe had hung a small rendering of the same sculpture on eye level. I think that one was my favourite.

Anyway, Notice is open normal gallery times and I definitely recommend having a look, even if it was only because you would otherwise never go to this part of the world.