Today we are gathered here to witness the new destruction of someone’s pride and joy
I walked towards this poorly cycle with, as always, trepidation: thinking what do other people think when they see a mature adult dressed in compliant work type clothing photographing a bike that has been robbed of its bits?
Well I am drawn to them like a moth to a candle, and there is really no hope for me.
Well, I will, one day, collect all of them together and have a follow-up exhibition. My first exhibition of abandoned bikes was in a gallery I had on Brighton Beach. I managed to convince three other chaps the subject was worthy and exhibited in the Brighton Fringe Festival. Happy days!
