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.
Girl In A Yellow Dress I
Girl In A Yellow Dress II
Girl In A Yellow Dress III
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.
Nude Before A Mirror
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.
The Moment When One Man Became Many
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.
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
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.
The Life And Times Of Quarter Man
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.
Young Girl Enters Room Puts Down Her Glass And Picks Up A Flower
The Strange Tale Of The Girl Who Hid From Herself
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.
Conversation Between A Tall Man & A Short Man (Incorporating Two Hidden Portraits)
I got ready to go out with a book spider running down my arm (eight legs but only seven chapters – although there was a short preface by someone I had never heard of). A ghost of a person not even born touched my leg and I left the house with my lunch rolled up and my newspaper cut into quarters.
Book In A Landscape
I walked the entire length of the psychedelic sea bottom to meet the head of the swordfish clan. I then swam back in my sea cucumber suit – pictures of archangels transformed into sounds overhead. While thinking of white noise as a colour I invented a candle that always kept the same height by means of a spring in its base.
Archetypal Portrait – The Fast Swimming Head
I felt tired as I pulled myself out of a decomposing log – I conversed with several stag beetle larvae when they put their paperbacks down to watch me leave. I limped like an Achilles who had recovered from his ankle injury and then planned a piece of performance art where fifteen people stood on top of each other smiling.
Bonfire In A Wood