Carnation Street
Georgie.
I found the little black notebook on the side of my favourite bench. I couldn’t see anyone around, so I picked it up. It was filled with page after page of sketches and paintings, each by a different artist. Inside the front cover it said, ‘Show me your favourite masterpiece and leave the book for the next person to find. Pay what you can – it might help someone open a gallery one day!’. Sounds simple enough, I thought.