Foot Shame

"OH MY GOD - YOUR FEET!!"
C is shocked.

I feel embarrassed - she's right, my toenails are terrible.

Lateral Thinking Needed

We have had it easy up to now, but money is tight and all the extra perks we have been used to are no longer permitted. We have been told there will be no more access to our machine in the work lab. We  have to invent some clever way round it.

Objects in Collision

I have been invited to hang my artwork in a prestigious show.
"Whatever you dream up you can put in that space," I am told.

I have this one drawing that I will include.

Trophy Cupboard

The objects in the cabinet are all someone else's emotional memories. They mean nothing to me.

What happens to the potency those objects once had for one man - can that energy somehow be transmitted to other people?

Empty Offer

"I am prepared to buy your silence on the matter of website fraud with these objects- one rod, one cardboard roll and one Xmas style deer figure. Will you accept?"

Avoiding the Sex Cult

We emerge from an underground tunnel onto a field where sex cult zombies are mechanically sowing seed. We sneak past unnoticed.

A mysterious texture comes to mind like a close-up of a fly's wing.

"You should join us, you will love it," a lanky young man shouts after us.

His offer is tempting, but once you get sucked into this cult, it takes over and you can never leave.

Corporate Dinner

Everyone is drunk. A cheap looking roast meal is served in bento boxes or are they cutlery trays?  Mine morphs leaving a cardboard sausage in the middle section.

The New Artwork

My most recent work is a performance where I create a fruit cocktail.
Halfway through, it dawns on me that I haven't thought up a punchline or developed a comedy persona so I am not able to be funny.  Still worse, I now see that everything about it is meaningless.

White Cube