Laminated text piece shown in Groundwork at Kupfer Project Space, Acme Early Career Programme Award

“It’s what feeds you” Noggins said

I thought of Little Otik guzzling down all that boiled linseed oil

A long guttural utterance spilled out the belly of Noggins in the form of a slow motion yawn along with some dribble

Nogginssssssss

Ever since the slump, I’ve been sifting and sniffing through snippets, sieving the pig to find the supporting struts

And as I was shovelling & covering the stuff with Correx in the bin at work we shared with the butchers

I was reminded of secrets spilled over cereal as he shared his Judd and magic workshop sled with me - you had the rub the glue for maximum adhesion

And I thought of that bar - Big John’s Biltong and                          that.                       slogan             Get Brexit Done

And then I cried in the car to an Arthur Russel song.                                                                                  a tomato up the bum

Mark my words, the repetitive and timely nature of the work meant we were all due to be cracked by The Claw at different stages

Shuffling around, trying to make ends meet and not meet trouble halfway

As I climbed into damp sheets on Cheryl’s boat

My plantar fasciitis flared up from the flattest Camper shoes possible

I dreamt of a tear-sodden wetsuit passed along like a split batten

And I searched for a way to slot myself together, experiencing severance & growth at the same time

And so I fired up the Gunnar, put a pen inside of it and gave it a shot

And in the morn my work slowly became