N.M.Y.C.
       
     
 Something that's slowly filling my sketchbook. Portraits of the people I see a lot but have never met; trains, libraries, cafes... 
       
     
       
     
 A real old one that still makes me smile. The turning point of some deep creative block. Nirvana in my ears; 'it's ok; eat fish 'cos they don't have any feelings', an end-of-line library book in my hands and a pair of scissors.