My Diary

Half a day out and half a day in my studio.  When I opened the door a giant frog said: “If there is a collective memory across all species I can dream of dinosaurs”.  I then rubbed an eraser across the evening.

I walked along an avenue of giant teeth.  There was a strange light.  I can remember the teeth from my childhood; one was taken out by a dentist the size of a skyscraper.  In my imagination, King Kong swatted space ships while clinging to his hat.