dont fuck about with tne castle, get straight to the heart of the matter. A 70s building up for auction had a firemans pracrice tfower behind. A swift excallation, roman tile roof encrusted with moss and an old exclamation of love scored in to steel. I knew an Alison Goodall from school but her lover Ellis must have done the piece with stone or penknife. Rust has embelished his work over time. Perhaps the lack of heart showed the raw sexual passion or the fear of police but a gordious exclamation of intense feeling is evident. This is no Banksy cartoon but a work of impassioned craftsmanship.
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