At the moment this ceramic bicycle is just ornamental and mostly decorative but this is part of a bigger picture. In due course images like this will be blended into art panels telling stories that most of us can relate with.

As a child I recall memories; of fear - cycling my first bike, of happiness - receiving each bicycle, of loss - when my first “big” bicycle was stolen, of adventure - exploring the far away and big unknown…..

As an adult the bicycles dumped in the chanels of Amsterdam, locked and left for ever on the rails next to the chanels, rusted , discarded, damaged…will amuse me forever! Sad, in a way, that this tool with wheels that we all used to take us places, to shop, to visit loved ones,…could be forgotten and neglected at the drop of a coin.