Sometimes things slip behind the sofa. Sometimes I slip them into a bag to carry between the house and the studio. Sometimes they stick to something else and I file them together but this piece by Dean arrived after I was on my way to Maine (I think) and got swooped up and hung in the Maritime Mail Art exhibition. In my efficient after-event sorting I discovered this rogue piece that hadn't been blogged! Sorry Dean.
So tell us, were you standing on the sidelines wreaking havoc like your hysterical woman in the black dress, as the cyclists wound through villages? Were you on a bike? Did you lose your way?
I once had a rather unfortunate accident on a bike, racing up a hill, a veritable girl racer proving my strength to the boy I fancied, only to slip off and spocket myself with the teethmarks of a shark. What's your biking story and do you have any scars?
Many thanks Dean.