Step to the plate James Watkins. Brother from the same mother. He took a sketch I did on the Piccadilly line and, with his penchant for recording absurd social situations, ran it all the way to the far east.
What he took:
Where he ran:
The dulcet colours are lovely, but mostly I just love the way everything is sort of bulging out of the frame. Oh – and the shift up in scale too - makes me think about our surprising capacity to bear more than we think we ever could. And, as he said in his email, we all feel a bit like this truck from time to time.
