“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
we climbed the alps, half way up, half hidden in the shadow of the bushes, we came by a lone man with scruffy dreads and red eyes, he was stood smoking pot, he looked right through us, we kept on walking until we came by a gate, there was a hole in it, we ducked into the hole and wandered up to the summit, city views, and local kids. This is England. Save the NHS. We finished our slush puppies, and explored a bit, by the broken look out point, we descended…
Beckton Alps, Beckton
a material wonderland, filled with colour, paints and varnishes, oils and inks
Atlantis Art Materials, Old Street