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Monday, June 19, 2017

Dragons breath


It’s just a detail of a work still in progress, but regular followers can probably already guess the punchline to this one. I suppose it could be read as a partial homage to the upheaval back in old Blighty, for what I am provisionally titling ‘the eternal bicamerel battle of George and the Dragon’. It’s going to be one of the pieces for the Heavy Metal show next month at any rate. I say one, as there could be another, depending on available wall space, but I’m having fun with it.
It flies in the face of the fact that the heat is utterly unrelenting right now, despite a particularly long and damp winter. It’s like the dragons breath on my neck, and the makeshift garage/studio is becoming uninhabitable, except for the occasional lizard that slinks in.  Dried spider carcasses hang from gloopy webs, and the brushes slip between my perspiring fingers.
The mountains pall seem undimmed and deer graze in the long shadows cast by the trees in our yard regardless. It would be like a wide eyed spectacle from some fantasy were it not for the literal scorched earth intruding over the airwaves, like a mosquito’s swarm.

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