Mr Klue doesn’t seem to be hitting the walls as often as he used to, so finding one of his pieces these days is all the more pleasurable. This one, at the Farm end of St Werburghs tunnel (a favoured spot for Mr Klue) appeared a couple of weeks ago.
As always there is a whimsical and mysterious look to the piece. The whispy abstract form often spells out KLUE, but I must say I am baffled by this one. Maybe it says nothing at all. Always great to see his work, however infrequently.