The day opened its mouth and I shot out astride a torpedo; my target had a multitude of tiny feet and managed to escape. I chased the invisible sirens with a paintbrush and then draped myself on ancient masonry; later walking among the fallen and sprouting trees in search of an entrance. After the silent prayers I placed a lampshade on my head and illuminated the hallway.
Simple Self Portrait
Simple Simon's Diary: The Daily Art Work 