I recently rediscovered some work I started years ago. I think it was for some kind of competition that I didn't ever enter. When I was a Masters student I spent a lot of time listening into people's conversations and writing them in my sketchbook. Weirdly one of them featured the name of a person I later met in Leicester (probably not the same exact one, and to be honest he's someone I wish I hadn't met). These images are based on some of the words I wrote and illustrated in my massive sketchbook that smells a bit like sick.