Requested - from 1986 -87
...the bird darted from the sky, landed on top of his head digging its claws firmly into his skull and pecking at his eyes. After a few minutes nothing was left except torso and legs...' wake up mate, everybody out here!'...far below he could see the crowds watching expectantly. Waiting for him to fall.
...the snow was beginning to bother him, the cold didn't...Angels wings lay rotting under empty hi-rise tower blocks, rusting cars littered cracked side-walks, rain was falling...The sky crumbled, something was moving through a pile of discarded shop trolleys, loud music...
...the sound of a tram screeching to a sudden halt brought him back to his shaken senses...
Note: All my creative work during this period, both image making and writing, was very experimental.
Thanks for the request.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
