This is the second of this style painting I’ve seen around. My friend Steve told me that there are are a series of 12 of them and they were, indeed, made by a particular church. He suggested that they were a set of stages of the cross but this one wouldn’t fit that description. It is on a small building at the rear of a pub.
Driving back with the kids they asked “Can we go and see Phlegm?” So we did and two of them came out to see what was going on. A man was there wearing a mask, or with it round his neck, a protection mask for spray paint. I asked which bit he was doing. The pipes he said. Are you Phlegm I asked. Yes he replied. I thanked him for the wonderful artwork he leaves around the city. It is so generous I said. We chatted a while, the children asking what is this and what is that and who did this and who did that. Phlegm started back to work looking for all the world like a renaissance muralist up there on his ladder. The work remains unfinished. I’ll go back tomorrow. It is a hard one he said, it is collaborative, and he doesn’t like to be more that four days or so at a painting.
More uneven writing
Painting thrown against the wind
Unsettle the scene
Almost got there before it got dark but not quite. The machine looks so very primitive. Really like a wooden structure supporting steel and glass or like some house on stilts standing in the sea.
This appears during Tuesday. Phlegm is building a machine that is holding the other pieces together, suspending them in mid air.
This is there on Monday evening. Doesn’t look like Phlegm I think. Could he have been taking the piss out of my middle class sensibilities?
dense moorish monkish
bothering around the path
month of may believe
hot day under water trees
lichens mat the rocks and
wood sorrel springs
I stopped and asked what they were doing.
“It’s Phlegm, we’re getting it ready for him, we’re just mates”
We’ve been listening, again and again and again to songs by Jessie J. Following us from place to place, various children singing along at full volume or less or more depending on whether that track was the one they wanted or no.
This evening CR asked what a casualty of love was (title of a song from the album)?
Do you know what a casualty is? I asked. EM did and explained that it was when someone was hurt, a special place in a hospital. Well I said ponderously… a casualty of love is when someone is in love but that love is not reciprocated perhaps and they are hurt thus becoming a casualty, feeling injured, experiencing the pain of rejection perhaps.
EM replied:
I think it is when a man and woman are in love and the woman is maybe going to be hit by a car and the man jumps in front of it to save her. I think that fits.
I hadn’t thought of that.
