This is more intricate than normal for me. In the top right, two screaming heads have mysteriously appeared in the Landscape. One without a jawbone. Why ? Haven’t got a fucking clue. Paranoia or paraedoelia. Sometimes my glass is half full. When in fact and fiction it is really half empty. But. What a subject ! Once again the Land to the North of me is drowning, as the red ochre’s facade turns green. Closely followed by the explosion of animal and bird life.