Just a little fatter every day

I ate the sandwich and the walls fell down behind me. The small house that collapsed contained all the plastic toys that had been left to me by a tribe of connect four champions. No worries, nothing better than peanut butter. Chocalate would have eased me some slack. In the car on the way back some huge horses cascaded against a barrage of people who'd decided not to take my calls anymore (these same horses had once encircled my bed in a dream). My social life dwindled and I began to spend more time alone. I began to witness an extraordinary amount of coincidences. Twins, both on crutches shared a table inside a sandwich bar. I was out walking, avoiding the sound of teeth being sucked at home and an air absorbed of all its joy.

Amputidextrostrum

All I could do today was imagine myself with an acute handicap, a withered leg that I rested upon a small box. It was not only short, retiring and shy but a moan of a stump of me, something like a mirror attached to my pelvis, catching the sun sometimes, blinding me, sending me away from the security of the box.

I considered that my concern should be with the other leg, wondered whether in fact that that was at fault, at least a reason more for imbalance than sorrow or regret. From now on I decided that my stump would be my fulcrum, my saviour and a friend and that all things in my life henceforth would revolve around the exploits of a world illuminated by limitation.

My itching atavist

The thrill of circumnavigating light-bulbs

Oil on canvas 130x130cm

'God is dead; but given the way of men, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown...' - Nietzche

'What is your aim in philosophy? To show the fly the way out of the fly-bottle.' - Wittgenstein

Arena(L)

Woodie Offcut

Patent pending, promo go, custom colours, woodie do.