Lefebvre

A man with no teeth sat in a mound of bottles and smiled at me, before lifting the can to his mouth

Nestled between two sections - one silent and one full of sound
I went there to listen to the bats, have a beer and sit down - most of my time is spent wandering around
paint teaches you to interract with things in a sacred way - you grow with the place you paint because you appreciate it being
it makes a place sacred.
things are navigated by them
who there they when? did big burners back to back by the wall next to the old railway track.
it cant be understood by those not initiated, those not gone from place to place with - those not trudged undergrowth and miles of mud with
Thorns, thorns and thorns
Trains, lights and dawn

The way the lines intersected, spent ages looking and how those lines criss crossed and made some savage energy along the wall.
sat with my limbs like that, some kinda yoga position. mimiced what i saw.
 thought more about the blanks, planned maps of meaning. what colours, this and that.

A little old lady on an electric scooter confronted me as I emerged
glances had, not said a word