The good stuff goes in nice and slick. And it hits home in a heartbeat. The big world buffs and lustres bright red. Until nobody cares.
The slope toughens up and stiffens when you get to where the road bends. You can feel the ground is stalling, then it drops down with a flat shunt.
Oats Street | Garry Pumfrey | oil on linen | 88 x 120cm | 2010
Another man’s old bank notes will soon be moistening your pocket.
Imagine an ice dragon then behold it go retreating. Pretend that you were brought up in a clean state without rancor.
