We were all stuck in the field near Furl. The attempt by Fred Gambino to airbrush it out had not worked. I asked Mr Halkes to dream us away, but he said he couldn’t. Mr Pedley said it was all a load of bloody nonsense, and blamed me for killing his gold fish.
I’d been waiting since dawn. Jespers shadow faded just after five .
I quickly discovered that fish do not do well on a diet of chocolate biscuits. Mr Pedley would not be happy when he returned from Milan.
This image is being released soon, as a limited edition screen print by the Bottleneck Gallery NY
This is a very sad story
pencil /crayon on paper I read a book about the colour of Aura’s I saw a Dutch girl with one in blue. Then I saw creatures instead of colours It was 1976. I was living in LA
November 6th 2014 His name was Jesper
No advance in wealth, no softening of manners, no reform or revolution has ever brought human equality a millimeter nearer. (George Orwell)
People were smoking in the Park dogs were barking The girl on the bench was staring
conversation in a swamp.