Rising out the darkness of Liverpool Street Station we ascend into a pandemic stricken City of London – three days after (MOST) legal limits on social contact were removed; this was July 2021, the second summer of fear and lies.
Stumbling out the dark cave of Liverpool Street Station on to a bright sunny Bishopgate we head east for Commercial Road and immediately run into Minty, a Skeletor hopelessly in love with his closest friend: Frida.
Why are these images intoxicating to look at — is it because there are both beauty and destruction all in one spectacle? The blends found in these expanses of colour are fascinating to stare into, the way they twist and wave into a glowing pattern is like a tractor beam of sorts.
In 2009 we visited a stormy Lowestoft beach (the most easterly point of the UK) to draw a labyrinth in the sand.
Walking against the current of hurrying people in search of street art, we follow a cloud of friendly neon skull winged butterflies wandering playfully toward Seven Stars Yard.