Random art, this mosaic piece is under a fairly unremarkable window, on a fairly unremarkable house close to London Bridge Station, which is just round the corner from me - though it does have a certain Antipodean charm or influence. I don't know anything about who created it, why its there or anything. I just suddenly saw it one day - and if you look close enough the ghost of the photographer is lurking as a reflection in the window. I would love to have something like this at the bottom of my garden and in fact I am now going to be looking out for random garden pieces (if possible). Although with that and creating (not building) a music studio space in my attic (which is floored etc) it looks like I could be busy. But its all part of the post summer plan - plans that get formed as we relax on Mallorcan beaches and etched out in notebooks that I carry everywhere, now all I have to organise is thirty hour days (sigh) - I could hide, beneath the wings, of the bluebird as she sings...
