Not at home, so…

 
…here is another find from the studio bottom drawer from a series of visual puns I had been having fun creating some years ago. This one is entitled, not surprisingly, Knot a Painting.

As I’m away this weekend here are a few more images in the same vein, which some of you may remember…

     

…together with a story I wrote in April last year in response to a Writing Challenge to craft a story in Fifty words .

Homage to Franz Kafka’s Metamorphosis

Knot at Home

Gregory awoke, still seated in his armchair, newspaper in hand.

Something felt very different.

He knew he was knot the same.

“I am in a giant Perspex box” he thought.

He remembered a book he had once read about a man becoming a fly.

He knew it didn’t end well.

Not at Home

…but home tomorrow.