“Does the giraffe know what he’s for? Or care? Or even think about his place in things? A giraffe has a black tongue twenty-seven inches long and no vocal cords. A giraffe has nothing to say. He just goes on giraffing.” Robert Fulghum.
This is the sixth square of my London Faces Patchwork. It is a patchwork of papers gleaned from the pavements of the city in which I live. There are twenty-five squares making up the whole piece. You can see it here.
A giraffe from London Zoo, who has a name but they failed to print it on the leaflet. Same with the photographer.
This square is for my daughter, who loves giraffes.