My Diary

I followed the bat to town and then followed the ball. I met the transparent girls up the translucent pole and we served igloo tea to the vanishing people (as well as the lady who looked like a ukulele and sounded like chopsticks stuck in an automatic pencil sharpener). I came home half erased.

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Girl In A Yellow Dress I

Girl In A Yellow Dress I

Girl In A Yellow Dress II

Girl In A Yellow Dress II

Girl In A Yellow Dress III

Girl In A Yellow Dress III

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My Diary

I noticed the figure on stilts as I walked down the main street. The dog was playing bridge with dark versions of itself and June stared in the mirror so intently a young man emerged and patted her on the shoulder. She told me later it aged before her eyes and crept back into the shadows an old man. We both wondered if shadows always hide old men.

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Nude Before A Mirror

Nude Before A Mirror

My Diary

I worked in my crouching man studio until late in the afternoon. The ever changing landscape moving on a conveyor belt outside my glass eye window. A giant animal swam over the Jupiter horizon and swallowed the street – I was going down it at the time, hidden inside a beer barrel.

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The Moment When One Man Became Many

The Moment When One Man Became Many

My Diary

I traipsed to town as if I was Wyatt Earp heading for the OK Corral with a bouquet of flowers instead of a gun. I met the shadows at the door, some were going in and some were going out. The lights looked like a Gregorian chant transfixed in space instead of time and I pushed in between the notes, taking care not to disturb any.

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Traffic Lights Apotheosis - Red: Once A Thought Is Made Does It Last For Ever? - Amber: Street Lights At Weyhill Road Roundabout - Green: A Slowly Sinking Landscape

Traffic Lights Apotheosis – Red: Once A Thought Is Made Does It Last For Ever? – Amber: Street Lights At Weyhill Road Roundabout – Green: A Slowly Sinking Landscape

My Diary

A busy day, slightly spoilt when my left hand and both legs went back in time – my right hand paid homage to the future until late afternoon. As the grey monk of the evening drew shut the fork lift truck curtains I arranged my collection of bequeathed snail radullae on the launch pad of a Soyuz spacecraft and read a blank piece of paper.

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The Life And Times Of Quarter Man

The Life And Times Of Quarter Man

Transfigured Day

Transfigured Day

 

My Diary

I had time in the early part of the day to tidy up my knotted rope collection and paint a short piece in the colours of Liverpool Football Club. Later I went to work holding a forest made from rolled up newspapers while June transformed herself into a length of copper pipe with a tap in the shape of a bird of paradise flower on the end.

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Young Girl Enters Room Puts Down Her Glass And Picks Up A Flower

Young Girl Enters Room Puts Down Her Glass And Picks Up A Flower

The Strange Tale Of The Girl Who Hid From Herself

The Strange Tale Of The Girl Who Hid From Herself

 

My Diary

I only had time in the garden to cover myself in the blue stain of woad and go and insult a Roman legionnaire in the second century of the first millennium. He poked out his tongue in return which I recorded for posterity using the medium of litmus paper and several varieties of reindeer moss.

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

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