On one of my random lunch hour walks around town I came across this little gem.
On the corner of Kent and Market Street there is a man who makes clay sculptures from the people that stand on that corner.
Of course, I was suitably intrigued. I stopped and looked around. I could not see the man in a window. What window, where is he, and why did someone put this notice here?
I often walk this way during my lunch hours and often stand here waiting for the lights to change so I can cross the road. I wonder if there was a little figuring that represented me?
I am constantly fascinated by the art I find on the streets. Sometimes I find out the little stores behind the art, but sometimes, like in this case, I don’t and I am just left wondering.