Calais Refugee Camp or ‘The Jungle’

My background is from Ancient Persia and my parents migrated to Britain in the 1970s. As a result I feel deeply privileged to have been brought up here.

My parents were from British Crown colony of Aden in Yemen, until the British forces lost the stronghold of this port town in 1967. My Grandfather was a voluntary police officer under the Brits, he was caught in an attack and was fataly wounded.  As a result our family fled this conflict stricken area for a more peaceful existence. Dominantly our family moved to countries within the Commonwealth, as they were British Citizens brough up and educated under the British Empire. The struggles in Yemen persist to this day.

Because of my background I was inspired to offer help in whatever capacity I could. My Housemate and I went to volunteer. As a community Artist, I took some basic arts materials with me in the hope to bring back some stories and Artwork from the people in the Camp.

I stayed within a Sudanese camp area with a group called Calais Migrant Solidarity, who have been supporting the people of the camp for several years.

Here is a little snippet of the work people made and my experience of being there.

The Drawings people made in Calais also feature in an Exhibition in Bristol Centreal Library. You can read more by following this link.

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Distribution QueSamir and his small team of volunteers at one of the distribution points. Serving the “Line” for people to collect clothes, tents and shoes.

Ethiopia EskieEskie stands in so many “Lines” all day that he forever sees peoples backs. Quite poignantly put I thought. People who need to will que for one hot meal per day and they have to que for essential items like shoes, jumpers and jackets. Some people were still wearing their sandles worn during their long journey from the other side of the earth.

Drawing whilst in the Que

Sudan Emmy 2I have to say I did find it somewhat worrying that people were depicting the trains and were quite positive about how they would traverse the Eurotunnel, this is a deeply dangerous and treacherous route. But one that many were risking their lives with. As I spoke to more people I came to realise that for many, the dangers they had left behind them were more arduous in comparison to this seeemingly short journey ahead.

Fardin was deeply upset when he told me about his picture. His English was modest however his image speaks for him. A depiction of the French Police administering CS gas into the Camp area, this incident happened the day before I arrived. Fardin said that he fled a dictatorship in Iran and did not expect to be treated like this in the West.

Anon 1This image depicts a “bad situation in Calais” with people queing in “Line” to get food.

AlmanSimilar to above this rendition shows people in a lorry. It is well known that many people have lost their lives trying to cross the border in this manner. People are truly in a desperate situation to make attempts like this!


2015-11-05 14.23.44 Daniar from Iraq

Iraq Daniar

Afghanistan Ali backMany people were keen to have their portraits done. Although this is not my speciality I did my best to oblige.

Afghanistan AliI also asked people to try to render my portrait in return. Many declined but some took on the challenge. My friend Ali from Afghanistan did very well. He was also keen to show me photos of his daughter, I could tell in his eyes that he missed her deeply. A very noble and kind man.

Lots of people wanted their portraits done

Having been to the Banksy’s Bemusement park Dismaland in Weston Super Mare, I must say that I found it somewhat surreal to see many people who had been donated the hoodies from the show. The heavy grey skies, the rain, the engulfing muds and the eerie winds brought a certain sense of the ‘dismal’ to the place.


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Iran Reza



Iran HusseinHussein from Iran took some paper away with him. Luckily he managed to find me the day I was leaving. He gave me this image.  I was really chuffed that he wanted to take some time to finish off is image. I need to get the writing translated. Sadly I can’t read nor speak any Arabic. I did notice that many of the people in the camp were confident speakers of English. Only a seldom few people whom I encountered in my short visit, couldn’t communicate in English.

2015-11-05 12.15.53I was so privileged to have been invited to lunch by my neighbours. We had sardine Asida which is an arab-style, extra-large, dumpling which is eaten with the hands in a communal style.

2015-11-05 12.15.35It can be eaten sweet or savory and can be made with a variety of flours. You tear off pieces of the dumpling and soak up the wonderful sauce. It was very filling and very wholesome in the cold camp.

2015-11-05 12.15.43To be honest I had to hold back my emotions. The generosity of the human spirit is such that, people with nothing will share everything they have, even if it is very little. I did not go hungry at any point in the camp, I was offered multiple teas, coffees and meals. I was really touched by all these wonderful gestures.

2015-11-04 16.14.46On the second day I went to go visit the Good Chance Theatre which is situated in a biodesic domed tent. It is an ongoing project to deliver theatre, but seems to mean much more to people than just that. A community hub, a theatre, a venue, a music hall, a safe and peaceful space to express yourself and to share in different cultures. 2015-11-04 16.15.41

2015-11-05 19.33.15A drawing session in the theatre, where myself and a wooden board would suffice as a table and a friend from Iran sat beside me would make an an excellent angle-poise lamp.

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Hossam a young Egyptian boy seemed to be full of energy and mischief running amok on the stage of the theatre whilst people were performing. Seeing an ample opportunity for an impromptu drawing workshop, I took him aside and we played a game, he would draw a squiggle and I would turn it into a picture he was transfixed. We came up with some fun results. Here are my favourites.

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Hossam 2I see a dragon and he sees people jumping into (or out of) it’s mouth. Good fun.

Hossam 1I see a picnic table and he sees a van.

MussabMore drawings whilst people stand in the ‘Line’. Whenever some on tries to cut in out of turn all the people start to chant “Line! Line! Line! Line!” until that person takes their place at the end of the Que.

Kurdistan KartI noticed some very distinct styles of patterns and flower motif from the Kurdish community.

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Iran Kareh M


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On the first evening I bumped into a boy from Afghanistan, we were chatting and he was trying to convince me that he was older than he seemed. Anyway, we were talking about cricket and the next thing you know he runs off to get a foam cricket bat and ball. A few other people joined in around us incuding the man above, he’s a mean fast bowler! He gave me some tips on my bowling technique. The night was very warm and the sand on the ground was dry. Not what I expected on the first evening. Ali the (above) is a buisiness owner, he runs a cafe in the Jungle. He is a Physics teacher from Pakistan. I told him about my project and he was very keen to draw a picture of his business.

Pakistan Ali

2015-11-05 20.47.21A very well run shop. Assam here works in the shop and keeps a Bengali tiger to ensure his safety.