a day out in Ruddington

green, at the end of the neverending winter

rain

on wet glass,

warm

inside the bus.

england is a place made

of damp days...

...and poetic frowns

always watching

from a window

*please notice what remains of the vynil, at the end of the exhibition archipelago - school of arts

"April" or "the end of the second term"

8 o'clock: man steps into my room. I am still sleepy. he is embarassed and needs to fix something passing through that door.

quarter past 8: I'm out in the snowstorm.

arrived in the studio completely drench. fortunately, I meet Anna and we go for her tattoo and a coffee later.

around Manchester and Sheffield