Copyright Al Forbes
“How interesting is this!” Marcus gushed as they drove up Susan’s drive way in the country that Sunday morning.
“What are you going on about Marcus?” she said slightly irritated, dawn’s early light was not her favourite light of the day.
“Don’t tell me that you don’t see it! There!” he pointed at the old blue painted door with its pealing centre … “a city, reflected in a bay! It could be the sky-line of New York or Sydney – I’ll just have to draw in something characteristic to fix the location!” he said as he clicked off several shots of the door once the car had stopped.
He then ran to the boot of the car where he kept his emergency box of paint supplies he always travelled with. He insisted one never knew when inspiration might strike … and as a auto-defined conceptualist graffiti artist he wanted to be prepared.
© G.s.k. ‘16