A couple of weeks ago, I found myself running like hell after bus 94 down Oxford Street.

I eventually caught the bus and once I got myself a seat, I looked through the window. I saw everything happening in slow motion: groups of girls chatting and shopping, kids trying to look tough with their hoodies and business sharks enjoying their flat lager and bland conversations about property and the swine flu.

The sun was really strong, and for the first time since I can remember, the sky was solid azure without a single cloud. I smiled, exhausted, pulled out my sketchbook and started sketching...I wanted to express simplicity and warmth through a naiive, childish execution.

About 1 hour, graphite bar, eraser and a really rough A4 sheet. The driver tried hard to make me screw my drawing.