Had the loveliest experience today. Wandered into the balcony area overlooking the Lady Chapel in Liverpool Cathedral.
A man had laid out many large detailed drawings and paintings of the large ornate window at the end of the chapel.
He spied my interest and said hello. We got talking and he said how he had made the drawings. Then he told me stories of how the cathedral was built and about his work as a painter, a performance artist and as a science fiction writer. We also discussed Metallica, a random connection to Auckland and the merits of doing what you love.
After big chats I said I needed to go. He asked if I would like a postcard. Before I could respond he dug his hand deep into a large bag and pulled out a bundle of about 50 postcards. He sifted through them and laid out 3 he thought I would like. I chose his version of the Mona Lisa. Then he flipped it over, asked my name and a wrote it on the back. Then he went to sign it. He began his signature and then said “you have to tell me when to to stop”. I let him swish back and forwards for a while and then said “stop”. He smiled the hugest grin and then wrote some links to his online spaces.
After more stories I eventually left.