This building has changed so much over the time I’ve been coming here, from the artwork on the walls to the fabric of the building itself, which is slowly but surely disintegrating. Certain parts are really quite dangerous and that coupled with the need to be vary aware of potential hazards underfoot, should make this a place to be avoided at all costs, and yet for some reason, for artists, photographers, urbexers and unfortunately drug users alike, it’s one of the most popular spots in the city and a personal favourite.
Of course the fact that Phlegm seems to have some sort of attachment to this place helps a lot.
Members of Nu were regular visitors too.
Clem Alice, she says with knowledge that wasn’t there when she took the picture, produced quite a few unusual pieces around spots in Sheffield, this was one of the first I saw.
If you have read my earliest blog post you’ll know this the first piece I posted a picture of, sadly this was the last picture I took of it, before it was painted over. There has been some good stuff painted there since, but this was special.
I remember the whole ACAB thing when I was a kid, when we were some foolish enough to think that policemen didn’t know what it meant. It amused me to see it was still on the go and I love the pig.
I wouldn’t recommend climbing these stairs, there isn’t anything on the other side of the door anyway, as in no floor, just a long drop.
This is the last piece Phlegm has done here, so far…..
But I’ll keep checking, just in case.