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Nameless Traveller

Nameless Traveller


There are dozens of you, hundreds, thousands even tens of thousands and and still you keep coming. The nameless travellers, you who sit next to me, who stand next to me, pass me by in the street or at the traffic lights. Walking by the underpass and beneath the bridge. Nameless travellers, so distant and detached yet I am one of you.


Pen and ink

Limited Edition Prints: 195

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