Winged things. Ugly posts.

Days in the Studio. This window of time. Radio 4 is a deathly carousel of Cameron’s hatcheting of civil society as we know it – student grants, legal aid, Employment Support Allowance. He’s finally doing what Thatcher dreamed of, Pinochet achieved.

Out collecting wood this morning find two metal posts with sensors in installed on one of the paths of the Great Flat Load. Just felt a wave of intrusion. Calls to the Council, and Cornish Heritage. No-one knows what they are. I’ll soon be signing letters to the newspaper with “yours incandescently.”

Drawing then painting, drawing then painting.

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