Ladies and gentlemen, before you stands the great-artist-to-be, the voice of peace, the adversary of banality and violence. I give you -- Diggers!

Ladies and gentlemen, before you stands the great-artist-to-be, the voice of peace, the adversary of banality and violence. I give you -- Diggers!

Oh no! My art in Hyde Park is gonna be nothing but splashes of paint ...

In the sky with diamonds, on the grass in green garments. I would lie on the grass, among the dew, listening to the kids running around and playing ... Some of the people would be singing, some playing guitar.

Simply looking, no touching ... if you do this, you will — Atishoo! Phew, good, just an improvised show that nobody noticed.

... What do you wanna hear? We've got plenty of time together.

... What do you wanna hear? We've got plenty of time together.

We should be anti morning, anti sleep deprivation, anti clocks, anti morning alarm! This is vandalism of art ... and its artists!

The creator of arts would work regardless of day and night, but the enforcer of laws would come to work in the day. Now, friend, take these paints and fireworks and run. I'll go east, you west.

Hello, my old friend darkness. At night, ideas and words would grow from the silent streets, blown by the wind from one person to another. Faces of the young wander far into the night, and I walk among them.

Go on, keep on trucking! To the countryside, to hitchhike, to sit behind a farmer's wagon; and talk about life, philosophy, and arts.

I always shave my face at the fountain in the park. That's where you find a mirror.

Yes, put out your middle finger and the index finger, palm outward, like this! ... Congrats, my friend, you have peace in your hand.

What are the Reflective Bubbles for, you ask? For the new-born arts being ignored and underestimated, for the fact that people bustle past, not even willing to stop and appreciate them!

What are the Reflective Bubbles for, you ask? For the new-born arts being ignored and underestimated, for the fact that people bustle past, not even willing to stop and appreciate them!

The dawn of the new world is about to pierce the night, the power of imagination is taking over. We will reinvent the world; and for that day to come, I shall march, march, and march!

Oh, I can see it on you. Though you always keep that stern look on your face, I see the sparkles of rebellion.

Oh, I can see it on you. Though you always keep that stern look on your face, I see the sparkles of rebellion.

My dear, dear friend, can you take these fireworks to the Big Ben first? Don't worry, I will be with you shortly after getting these crackers ...

The vision of men and women has been blinded for too long! They succumbed to the vulgar circumstances, and I will bring them back into the arms of life with dreams. No no, this one is too small.

When you walk on the streets in London, be careful of those lip-pressing, hat-wearing, emotionless passers-by. They are stuffy, stupid, lack of imagination and aesthet- ... Oops, no offence.

Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet ... From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb.What Adonais is, why fear we to become?... Here witness: the white butterfly on the lawn, What a rare view we stumbled upon.

Oh, this is groovy! Let's get on the road.

Well, this is outtasight.

Come, come.

Hey, HEY! The artist's here!

This is classic!

Salute to a better tomorrow.

The resonance of bravery!

What is the road you have taken, my man?

Listen, my friend.

Look at these little fellas!

Bubbles reflect like mirrors, my friend.

Whaaa!

Shame on violence ...!

Of course, peace needs to be made to happen.

Of course, peace needs to be made to happen.

I hear it—the revelation of Muse ...

A bright summer day. We once had days like this, and we will have more in the future.