My Diary

I started the day curled up in a nautilus shell thinking, although I need some new chambers for big thoughts. Later a small bronze statue knocked the door asking to borrow some sugar – it was loosely based on an ancient Greek original but it had an old fashioned telephone for a head – the phone rang but I never picked it up in time.

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Sculpture In A Pool

Sculpture In A Pool

My Diary

June went to town and I followed her later carrying a bag full of shopping, strangely I returned home with it empty. The man next door had bought a new car which he demonstrated while revving up a fishing rod in his jacket pocket and then pulling out a fish – I thought it looked more like an old boot but didn’t like to mention it.

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A Fish Dreams Of Dry Land

A Fish Dreams Of Dry Land

 

Fish Thinks Immortality

Fish Thinks Immortality

 

My Diary

I had a free day but an imprisoned evening. I noticed when walking Poppy that people were stood at the bottom of the road admiring a row of giant bottles: each one a completely enclosed environment; the one with my initials having the foot prints of a lowland gorilla going up. This meant it was going to be a hot night!

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Me And The Dog At The Seaside

Me And The Dog At The Seaside

My Diary

I finished a painting of a person on a pogo stick in a minefield and then went out into the garden to pour water down the well. After the long task of doing up the shoelaces of a schoolboy millipede I came back inside with a mountain range as legs and a cumulonimbus cloud for my upper body – an old timer by the door forecast rain.

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Metamorphosis Of Narcissus (More Correctly Metamorphosis Of Echo And Narcissus)

Metamorphosis Of Narcissus (More Correctly Metamorphosis Of Echo And Narcissus)

My Diary

I walked in a straight line on a roundabout to illustrate a point I was making with myself, finally ending up in town holding a key in front of an ancient tree trunk door. Two young girls flew down from an overhanging branch and we talked like seed being cast. I spoke in flowering cherry and they spoke in a dialect of Amelanchier.

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Tree Reflection

Tree Reflection

 

Trees Visualisation

Trees Visualisation

 

My Diary

I stood by the side of the road with an apple on my head – I expected someone in the Swiss national Costume to come along with a crossbow but all I got was a headless man with a dog and a girl with a heavy howitzer. It was reported later that the howitzer accidentally went off, dislodging some roof slates and disembodying a weather vane.

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An Apple Thinks Of Gravity (Theme Then Eclipses)

An Apple Thinks Of Gravity (Theme Then Eclipses)

 

A Positive Entropy

A Positive Entropy

 

My Diary

I had to follow a wet patch to the countryside, stopping once to let a small yacht cross the very damp road. I spoke to the old king and I then spoke to his reflection – both answered and offered me breakfast. I came home on the back of a ladybird, jumping off just before it took flight.

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Conversation Between A Tall Man And A Short Man (Incorporating Two Hidden Portraits)

Conversation Between A Tall Man And A Short Man (Incorporating Two Hidden Portraits)