Your class can’t kill your art

Your class can’t kill your art, no matter what sociology says. By definition, working class areas are culturally deprived, which is euphemistic code for ‘the art world don’t care about you’. Maybe I’m a pessimist, but coming from Tottenham I’m quite aware that there are more barbers and betting shops on my high road than galleries and museums. That’s why I was a bit weirded out when I saw somewhereto_ had come to live on my beloved strip for a bit. My initial reaction was ‘what are they doing here?’, so like the curious kid I am I decided to see what they’re saying.

Apparently there’s a bunch of people who care about what young people are already expressing, and they know that a major key to their success would be having a physical platform to share it on. In simple terms, yutes don’t got the p to be renting out venues, so we side-line our ideas and spend or save our money more frivolously. somewhereto_ taps into this phenomenon, and I’m glad they came to Tottenham because I was limited by living it.

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My name is Abondance Matanda and I make poetry books. In year 11, on a Dizzee Rascal ting, I rinsed my school’s resources to make my first one. It’s called Destructive Disruptive. somewhereto_ lets you use spaces for free if you’ve got an idea that needs to exist in a space outside of your head. I’ve got bare of these…

A few months ago my most immediate goal was to launch my second poetry book in a place other than my local park. I did that for Destructive Disruptive when I finished my GCSEs in June 2015. I proper bought ice-lollies and everything for my friends and family who came, and then it rained. Heavily. This was more amusing than disheartening, but it did make me realise that an inside space is probably more appropriate for a book launch – in this country anyway.
Fast-forward to February 2016 and I’ve just put on an event at the somewhereto_ space in Tottenham to launch book two: Da Poetry of My Existence. The whole collection and concept celebrates “we who da world cre8ed den abandoned”. My family doesn’t have the money to support every wacky creative idea I have, but I’m hungry so I’m gonna have to make it myself. My class can’t kill my art.


This piece was written by a very talented poet, 17yr old, Abondance Matanda from Tottenham, working with somewhereto_ on work experience. She wrote this powerful article on how her class can’t kill her art.  If you’re from Tottenham and would like to take part in work experience with somewhereto_ email and we’ll make it happen!