It rained last week for the first time in a very long time, but it rained mostly beautifully colored sand from the Sahara, which felt rather exotic, or interplanetary. I had dreams of walking on Mars
Steps to Terrace
Not a Rothko
The label might imply that this is a tin that likes to lunch. I was so confused by its simplicity l bought it.
“I have no idea what's in this tin. I think it's bits of a pig and stuff from a chemistry lab … or something” – Hoxton Blue-Mental
I hope at a later date to let you know how this lunch went, or came.
Actually, I am pretty sure I won't.
Did Salvador Dali fly over The Gibraltar Strait in a dream balloon to conceive his painting of The Persistence of Memory? Observe my fellow observers the similarity of the melting Dali self portrait on the sand and then cast your observations to the arial view of The Rock that is Gibralter. Day by day I have come to consider Dali less a Surrealist and more a Realist.