Race Home Homer

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Details

Q. What is it?

A. Whatever you want.

Put legally… approximately 148mm of square when folded, responsibly sourced, Tintoretto Gesso, 300gsm, an Italian Stallion.

Please Note: Items are currently not for singular sale, only as a collection. This is not a ploy.

In English? One might ask… “well why on this planet art you displaying these pieces individually?”. To which response would be something like the following [dependant on the day, and the wind force]…

i) Dear Shakespearo, I once witnessed a Smart Alec from Primary Education Period have his favourite after-school ice-cream licked clean by my neighbours dog, Pete. Pete immediately needed the toilet all over Alec’s shiny velcro slip-ons.

Lesson learned? Cornet’s aren’t for animals, and, it’s true, nobody much enjoys a wisenheimer.

or

ii) …first time in a while, I have been proud enough of myself to place some works back in the window. If I may say so myself, they look pretty decent all in a row, and, if your taste is anything like my canny mother, she’d recommend framing the lot. Sixteen of the rascals.

David Dickinson wasn’t available to comment, but ‘ma said, the deal’s a real bobby dazzler.

* if you’d like to know a little more about when they may be available, or should you just wish to say hello, I’m in the mailroom with the kettle on: welcome@oneman.land

CAUTION: Message will repeat five more times.

Soupçon Du Jour

Colour? Racing Green.

Craving? A Road Trip to Cornwall.

Line? To me you smell of raspberries and cream.

Mood? Rather reflective.

Track? Race For The Prize by The Flaming Lips.

Details

Q. What is it?

A. Whatever you want.

Put legally… approximately 148mm of square when folded, responsibly sourced, Tintoretto Gesso, 300gsm, an Italian Stallion.

Please Note: Items are currently not for singular sale, only as a collection. This is not a ploy.

In English? One might ask… “well why on this planet art you displaying these pieces individually?”. To which response would be something like the following [dependant on the day, and the wind force]…

i) Dear Shakespearo, I once witnessed a Smart Alec from Primary Education Period have his favourite after-school ice-cream licked clean by my neighbours dog, Pete. Pete immediately needed the toilet all over Alec’s shiny velcro slip-ons.

Lesson learned? Cornet’s aren’t for animals, and, it’s true, nobody much enjoys a wisenheimer.

or

ii) …first time in a while, I have been proud enough of myself to place some works back in the window. If I may say so myself, they look pretty decent all in a row, and, if your taste is anything like my canny mother, she’d recommend framing the lot. Sixteen of the rascals.

David Dickinson wasn’t available to comment, but ‘ma said, the deal’s a real bobby dazzler.

* if you’d like to know a little more about when they may be available, or should you just wish to say hello, I’m in the mailroom with the kettle on: welcome@oneman.land

CAUTION: Message will repeat five more times.

Soupçon Du Jour

Colour? Racing Green.

Craving? A Road Trip to Cornwall.

Line? To me you smell of raspberries and cream.

Mood? Rather reflective.

Track? Race For The Prize by The Flaming Lips.