Five years on, I found Vera’s street-art board again, still up on the boarded doorway of a derelict building. The printed wallpaper weathered but holding, the offcuts of my 3 Wise Monkeys design, a V and a heart still there in it, against the brick.
I had not expected it to last. Street work like this is meant to be temporary, up until it comes down, and most of it goes within weeks. To find this one still there half a decade later, on a building everyone else had given up on, felt like more than luck. Stood in front of it again with the years in between, which is about as much as you can ask of a thing you made for someone who has gone.


Part of the Remembering Vera case study.



















