York, UK
This man was one of those “Live Sculptures”, coloured all purple, on a stationary purple bike, on a busy walk way in York. He was great. We passed him a few times, and he didn’t flinch, or speak a word. But if you approached him, he talked, and he shared, he was funny. I don’t remember our conversation much, but he’s traveled, done his gig in the U.S. and so on. I hope I get to see him again some day.
