Maybe I could work it up into a piece for Concept and Meaning
exhibition, at a pinch. Who amongst the curators would dare argue [no-one really knows what it means]Perhaps do another piece with a thin adolescent looking in the mirror and seeing a fat image.
However as usual have no idea what to do with the background. Maybe cut them out and put them on a background but "one I have prepared previously".
As usual nature does it better.
Pigeons don't quite fit on the bird table but they do their best.
Mr Pheasant is still sheltering in the garden, where he is most welcome, except that this week I filled the other bird feeders and dropped some seeds on the grass. Mr P strutted over to tidy things up, and in the process trampled at least a dozen daffs. Bloody men.
Keeping thoughts close to home as can't bare to think about Japan, Libya, Bahrain. Is it the end of times, no just usual chaos with everyone a bit scared of how many daffs they would trample if they try tidying up.
