Open Call artwork display
A selection of the works on display. As part of the Art Strategy for New Douglas Bennett House and the Pears Maudsley Centre, Bethlem Gallery hosted an Open Call in Summer 2022. The Open Call invited artists with lived experience of mental health conditions, or who live in Croydon, Lewisham, Southwark or Lambeth to submit […]
A Poem by our Writer in Residence, David Gilbert
Man Walking He’s not the sort of man who can easilyfix what he’s done. The air smells thickly of pine.He wants to learn to be ordinary.To blend. But he sees things at an angle. Just as a child lends too much of himselfto those around him and thus accelerateshis own dying, he walks slowly nowunused […]
Bethlem Art Fair 2023: Call out for artwork
Bethlem Art Fair 2022 Bethlem Gallery invites artists, patients, service users, carers and loved ones, staff and volunteers connected to the South London and Maudsley NHS Foundation Trust to contribute up to 3 artworks to the Bethlem Art Fair 2023 that will be open from 25th November 2023 – 20th January 2024. Download the submission […]
A Poem by our Writer in Residence, David Gilbert
Forgiveness It’s not such hard work to forgive.We tend to think of it as freight.But conscience, like air, is so light. All sorts of truths, imaginaryor real, are easily put right.Mother, you were right too, to turn away when I was ill.What mattered was what littleyou had left to give. I knew. But it took […]
A Poem by our Writer in Residence, David Gilbert
By The Way She pulls herself up the white steps,as if cajoling a self-made soul and knowing that I’m the last personto be persuaded of the strengthwe possess, I offer her my arm.She waves me away, then levers herself into the low green wicker chair. ‘I admire your determination’ I say. She cups her hand to her earand shouts: ‘I’m afraid […]
A Poem by our Writer in Residence, David Gilbert
The Experiment Buoyancy is a consolation for this impossible home. Kate Rambridge We have all been called this or that over the years. Now we are who we are. From Inland, Tea Obrecht — Streetlights – the night mist – my shadows thrown in four directions at once, we criss-cross the empty avenues, witness to […]