A statue of Lenin high in the mountains is illuminated by artificial flames. I am finishing a week's drawing course here and I am the only student to have achieved nothing. As dusk falls I set out with inadequate materials. I wear a necklace I have found hoping this will give me inspiration but I am not optimistic. I decide all I can do is to make a series of small noctural landscapes- anything to get me going again.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Overwhelming Mass Of Disaffected
This was no normal demo of environmentalists and ramblers - this was an expanding rabble in search of rest and sustenance. We knew they were due to arrive but little had prepared us for the large numbers gathering below our glass room.
"Dont give them one inch," says our friend, "we have to be tough otherwise the next generation will swamp and destroy us."
Monday, November 24, 2008
Assault On Kid Gloves
Hanging in the sky are Mum's many pairs of kid gloves, which a rabble of street children are fighting over.
She is unfairly accused by the law and loses her licence temporarily. The moral to all potential jurors is the police sometimes lie in order to attain their required monthly record of convictions.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Buried Wood
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