St John's

Sat under the eaves of Clarence House, I watched the changeable weather transform the tower from silhouette to smoke, and from smoke  to stone. But maybe it was just the fumes of the passing cars - smug with their recent re-fuelling!

I heard the sound of a guitar and voices from inside the building. Some folks came out to see what I was doing, and a few passers-by seemed interested. I gave out cards and let them know that my exhibition opens next week outside the Pavilion cafe in Bedford park.

These streets are so different on foot than through a windscreen; even more different to rough-sleepers. Hence my art-for-charity project to raise money to keep people off the streets this winter.