Posts Tagged ‘found stuff’

Imagine this photo is all one perspex panel. It is, but I couldn’t get it into the one frame because it’s jammed in the stairwell. (Directly under our Damien Hirst, but that’s tomorrow’s post, entitled I buy things off the internet in the dead of night & don’t know what the hell they are). So, […]


Declaration

12Apr10

Day eight. You have nothing to declare.  You do not look much like your photo. The customs officer looks down, up, down, trying to draw parallels. Grasping for the immutability of bone structure inside the impermanence of flesh, say, after a couple of false starts. And you want to say to him, I haven’t slept […]