I wanted to chill out so I spent part of the morning hanging from the ceiling in my studio like a stalactite. I could feel the cold mountain water trickle down my frozen limbs and end up on the canvas as wet paint.
I was then the tall gatehouse of an early Edwardian castle – the view was spectacular, even though it was a cloudy day and the trees were on their honeymoon. The gypsy tree feller kept popping up with a smiling face but I redirected him to a scowling alley. This is where ancestral bird heads appear from circular marks on the dirt covered walls, replete with Pompeii graffiti.
I fluttered as an American flag in the afternoon before returning to my normal state as an ancient Egyptian pictogram in the evening. I am not sure what I was supposed to represent as I have not been deciphered yet (Rosetta Stone was on her holiday).