Balaclava Station is undergoing a long awaited renovation, the prime reason being the very steep access ramps and there not being an alternative. I looked at the plans at the local library ages ago, like years and as work is proceeding, I thought I would take a look, having forgotten about the graffitiest's death. These sight of these memoriam flowers greeted me as I stepped off the train.
After Sinch's death, the temporary hoardings were graffiti bombed, so I assume police and railway staff are there to prevent a re-occurrence.
It is not a pretty place at the moment.
Down this temporary ramp.
Down this one.
And down this one. Have a look at the wall!
It was a long way down and I ended up well down a side street away from the main street, Carlisle Street. Now I am not easily shocked, but I was gobsmacked at the ugly graffiti everywhere.
Sinch on the wall, which may or may not have been done by him.
Not getting better, as I walked towards Carlisle Street.
This was quite visible from the train platform but I did not take a photo of it from there. I took this one when a young lady told me it was by Sinch. Beautifying Balaclava? No.
The simple mural is rather nice, if a little faded, but more graffiti on a door and the walls.
A metal sculpture on the rail bridge of the ship Our Lady of St Kilda. It has been graffitied badly before, but there was only a small amount today.
Have a look at the shops near the station in Carlisle Street. This is a disgrace. I am glad I no longer live in Balaclava.
The western side of the rail bridge was graffiti free.
The old and convenient ramp for the hale and hearty to reach the station.
You can see some of Sinch's work here. He shows talent but what a pity he did not direct his energies and talent down a better path.