Bus 153 from Finsbury Park To Liverpool Street


It wasn’t that cold. Not really. No one had clouds of breath coming out of their noses when they breathed. No one blew into their clenched fists. For winter, it was actually a fair morning. Why doesn’t every person have the same tolerance of cold, or hot temperatures? No one else noticed and I’d thought myself into a…… Continue reading Bus 153 from Finsbury Park To Liverpool Street

The back end of January


I was on a bus behind this man. The bus broke down. Nobody wanted to get off because it was quite cold outside but it was inevitable. Someone muttered, “Bloody January!” As I concentrated on the drawing, my subject got up and left. Besides this image, I was left with the muttered comment replaying itself…… Continue reading The back end of January

Waiting for a bus – 210 from Archway to Finsbury Park


On a very cold but sunny London day, when nothing works particularly well the 210 bus took longer than usual to arrive. Passenger were patient, pacing blowing into their gloves, smoking… Anything to not feel the freeze. It wasn’t the right time to start making a painting with a forefinger. Winter in the UK, though…… Continue reading Waiting for a bus – 210 from Archway to Finsbury Park