This is a mural I did as a teenager – in my old bedroom. Quite a feat looking back. I loved Paris and someone taught me how to blow up an image, well, my favourite picture of the place by M. Fegendrey, Place du Tertre, a rainy evening in spring, (summer?) got the treatment. It’s just a tiny bit kitch, but I like it. I can’t show it looking pristine, it’s the wall of an office now, hence junk (sorry). The point is, as I did with theatrical scene painting years later, I can blow things up.

   The original print, used to blow up the image onto the wall.