My Diary: Soft Chair

In the large head that hangs over the town a pendulum swings backwards and forwards, underneath, a girl come forwards and a boy goes away. I had to give a performance wrapped in sellotape. It was called “I whispered my secrets to the ribbon of the wind”.

Soft Chair

Soft Chair

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My Diary: Jug

I spent too much of the day going to and from the various places in town where the ritual fires are lit. I lit my own candle and used it to paint. When the paint dries it will grow dark.

Jug

Jug