Hippy Bells Pencil on aged butcher's paper 640x870 Dangling off my Kombi's rear vision mirror, I was always facinated by these Hippy Bells. They came from a dress my sister used to wear in her teens. I grew up listening to their comforting sounds. Now-a-days they gently tinker as I bump and rumble over numerous pot holes. This piece reminds me of the streets of Brisbane.