December 23, 2014 § Leave a comment
There was a mad, sprawling figure as I looked out of the bus window, on the pavement, running — though I caught it in mid air. Perhaps a tiny woman, perhaps a boy. (But why would a boy be running on the pavement, in woolen hat and backpack?)
The figure reminded me of The Skating Minister (below), for the shape between the legs, but with something similar in the arms, too. Flying frog-like, it put me in mind of video games.
Just a few minutes previously I had seen from the window an old chap in dressing gown, Crocs and santa hat with shopping trolley and a disgruntled expression, and felt sad.
What oddities walk the streets of London, lesser and greater, more or less obvious. It is a reminder of the nonsense of a simple split of sane and insane —
May 7, 2014 § Leave a comment
David Hockney, Cut Trees in Woldgate
January 23, 2014 § Leave a comment
Self-Portrait: Between the Clock and the Bed
Selvportrett. Mellom klokken og sengen 1940-3
Oil on canvas