My Dadaist work; A Baa Fetched Finny Ring Roll Romp is actually now completely gone. It was recently removed as construction on this building proceeded, but for a long while it hung, silenced, while the weather slowly pulled off it’s paint- like a dog tugging at a tablecloth, pulling it off in slow motion. Even though it’s now completely mute- It still seems to me to hang immense and heavy in some way; like an old war machine unceremoniously pinned to corkboard, waiting for the weather to strip it of colour.

Forgive the flowery language, I thought it was rather striking. I suppose the Dadaist influence is giving me gas; I’m all artsy-fartsy here.

Though, to be fair, I suppose a true Dadaist would describe it more like “A fornicating breakfast, laid waste inside a tomb surrounded by soap and shoe polish, forever circling the lampshaded door.”