Today I was talking to little Laura, she told me about her auntie. The one who took some of my cards at our exhibition…

Laura had been talking to her.
She had split from her partner and so it meant she could put up the things she wanted to without having to compromise.

She put my cards on a part of the wall where the plaster was coming through – to brighten it up a bit, and so that she can look at them when she is feeling sad.

She had some men round her house to fix something. And because they are handwritten they aren’t easy to just glance at. So these men were trying to look at them subtly, but they couldn’t – they had to look at them closely before they could realise what they said.

It is nice to hear what happens to them afterwards.
When they start to have a life of their own.
With most I will never know what happened to them.
So I like it when every now and then people will tell me a small account of their card.
And I get a little glimpse into its new life.