Every now and then I enjoy looking back at my London years. I miss my friends and walking around.
I illustrate, ink and (used to) paste away around London streets. In my humble opinion, big cities should not exist to begin with, defacing them in any way is just a 'beautiful crime'. Then I realised I didn't particularly enjoy living in a big city, all that glossy grim and detachment rubs in, so I moved to a fawaway desert-land where I don't feel the need to beautify corners.
Trees grow out of rocks in here. How can anyone top that?