There is a big reveal to come here. I met T Rex for the first time a couple of weeks back and felt very stupid indeed. Nothing too sinister, just that I have been making that terrible mistake of assuming gender, before knowing it. T Rex is a woman, and not a man as I had thought. I apologised accordingly, and she was fine about it, or so she seemed. I however, being a sensitive soul about such things, cringe with embarrassment still.
Oh well you learn each day. One of the things I am learning is just how much I love Bristol street/graffiti artists. All have been so kind and chatty and indulge me in my rather boring conversation, often trying to learn a little bit more about what makes them do what they do.
This is a rather fun piece in a neat little alcove on Upper York Street. I believe the previous piece there was by Whysayit. Just to the left of her dinosaur is a piece by her great buddy Ryder.
Natural adventures 