Surrounded by Shrouded Scarecrows, John Alexander Skelton’s ‘Otherworld’ Unfolds
It’s dark and I’m watching my breath dance in January’s cold air. I’m sitting on the stone steps outside South London’s Asylum Chapel, watching people with flushed cheeks exchange smiles and hellos and go on in through a large open door. Inside, the chapel hall glows warmly with twinkling candlelight and cups steaming with hot…