MARK WYNN

​ Me and the young lad Paul. He is holding a pistol. Don’t be mucking about with him in any situation such that he might use it. It might go off. That’s how it happens in the films.  He got it off whoever and I probably borrowed it to lie on the grass behind a car when we were playing gun games. There was a whole dangerous situation we needed sorting out. The others were posted at different points up the road, hid behind walls, peering around corners like in the films.  I was lying flat on the ground behind the car. It was my favourite place to hide. You could watch for foot steps under the car. If you were quiet, you could hear them coming. Just before I went to secondary school I went to play on the building site at the end of my mate’s road. There were all sorts of places to hide in there and walls to lean up against and imagine the camera close up of your face with the pistol before you turned. There was to a lot of this behaviour when I was older and it was important to g...

​ No, I think this chap was just standing in the road when the rain started to fall, and the chap in his van was listening to the football scores and the scores of mostly men in cardigans (they weren’t wearing cardigans) were running onto the field to the celebrate. ‘Celebrate your love and celebrate your hate,’ the chap said in a mood that was quite substantial, as his mother slept in the next room, and his father ran over a phrase some more that was lightning. ‘It’s lightning,’ he said the next time he saw his son and he showed him. And his son said, ‘Just play it slower so you can feel it. To hell with it being faster. I mean, it’s all very impressive, but if you can’t relax into it, what’s the point.’ The point was that the magazine said it was important and properly required. But what if it wasn’t? The chap got up and went to the window.  He was not tired. The town was quiet.  The woman who chopped the tree down in her garden to make way for a summer house she had yet to ...

​ A2 mount board is big stuff and awkward to store in the homestead. Because of which, I am sticking this here, before it gets anymore scuffed on the floor in my little room. Observe the trees and the shadows cast by them. You are standing beneath the trees, in the shadow cast by them. It is a singular shadow cast by a number of them.  The leaves are made of chalk, some of them, but mainly it is that they are acrylic leaves. I tried to make the light out of chalk.  There are perhaps some further trees in the distance, but you would have to walk a greater distance than I have painted to find them. Or just turn around, which is a possibility for you also, but it depends where you are standing, and how many trees are around you at the time  These trees are on the green in front of my grandmother’s bungalow (apostrophe, yes, but even when she was around it was owned by the Trust and rented out to them). The view in the distance is not what’s there - there are some houses, but...