My Diary

As the message on the mirror said, today was a cheese and pickle day. I pulled the wrapping off the motorised hand but had to wait until I had come back before I could shake it. I went to the toy chest to find the treasure map but found instead what I was having for dinner – I left as a canary.

Person Reflected In A Mirror Even Though They Are Not There

Person Reflected In A Mirror Even Though They Are Not There

 

Girl Before A Mirror

Girl Before A Mirror

 

My Diary

I crawled to town with a chimpanzee playing a drum in the sandwich box June had given me before transforming herself into a box of matches. I returned with my postage stamp collection still intact and a dolphin shaped guitar in my pocket. It was Rosemary’s birthday.

Nebulous Portrait Of A Girl

Nebulous Portrait Of A Girl

 

Portrait Of A Girl Vertical Development

Portrait Of A Girl Vertical Development

 

Pandoric Portrait Of The  Pixie Girl

Pandoric Portrait Of The Pixie Girl

 

 

My Diary

Out all day, I folded up my insect wings and covered them with plastic. All the visitors to the shop had wallpaper paste smeared on their faces and we took turns to stick notices on them, some with scowls and some with smiles. All this stopped when the chrysalis burst open.

Landscape Resonances: Inside Every Thin Man Is A Fat Animal

Landscape Resonances: Inside Every Thin Man Is A Fat Animal

 

Landscape: An Impressionable Young Boy Ponders the Existence Of Mono Creatures While Trapped Inside The World's First Toothpaste Telephone

Landscape: An Impressionable Young Boy Ponders the Existence Of Mono Creatures While Trapped Inside The World’s First Toothpaste Telephone

 

My Diary

I was supposed to find an ocean liner and then make a window box from it. I found the port but it had been taken over by a race of cognisant grand pianos and as I couldn’t read music I returned with just a telescope. The family of wrens were amused by how large they looked.

Nude On A Plank

Nude On A Plank

 

Nude In A Pipe

Nude In A Pipe

 

My Diary

I had to go to plastic mac town and wait for the rain to form itself into a message which only children could read. I poured the water from my shoe and counted the number of fairy shrimps floating in it. I came home quite late with the faces of several people wrapped up inside my spectacle case.

The Moment

The Moment

 

The Creation Of Adam

The Creation Of Adam

 

Evolution Of The Eating Line

Evolution Of The Eating Line

 

 

My Diary

I spent most of the day in a desert within an oasis. When I dragged myself away I had to lean on the giant heads in Easter Island until all the people returned. I heard the banging of train carriage doors but didn’t see anyone at all until the owner of a giant hand pulled it out of his giant pocket.

Man Leaving A Landscape

Man Leaving A Landscape

 

Figure Waiting At A Door

Figure Waiting At A Door

 

Man And The Void

Man And The Void

 

Self Portrait In A Box

Self Portrait In A Box

 

 

 

My Diary

I left the dolly mixture house early in the morning and returned to my liquorice allsort home very late in the evening. In the interim I talked to the apostles of the thirteenth Jesus Christ – having missed all the followers of the twelfth when my Roman Chariot developed a flat tyre.

Adoration Of The Shepherds (Music For A Film)

Adoration Of The Shepherds (Music For A Film)

Adoration Of The Magi

Adoration Of The Magi

My Diary

I had to go to town with a three way ladder over my shoulder. When stopped by representatives of the robot gorilla race I illustrated all the positions it could adopt as you climbed to the top. I found a tree with cut throat razors hanging instead of ripe apples.

Apple In The Road

Apple In The Road

 

Objects In The Road

Objects In The Road

 

My Diary

I went to a jungle village to find a word I had heard spoken in a dream. I saw a number of young antelope wandering aimlessly around the fire and gave one the pair of binoculars I had received earlier as a thank you gift from the woodpecker king. Later someone knocked on the door.

Tree At The Gate

Tree At The Gate

My Diary

I had to go to town early. I imagined myself as a smuggler and hid a moon sized wedge of cheese beneath the water as the young girls peered down – then the plug was pulled and I just sat there pretending to teach trigonometry to the sodden contents of my lunch box.

Pond - Or Think Up Your own Title

Pond – Or Think Up Your own Title