A transmission from the creative and confusing world of No Point, who appear to have been building mysterious objects…
The forbidden gNomes have been busy on their wooden anvils forging magical weapons to arm a bunch of faerys.
and here’s proof!
We train every day, except most days, thoroughly focused on making dogs laugh and not kissing each other, tough tasks, but steadily we are making No progress.
We are hatching rainbows within, dreaming reality across vast epic landscapes, curled up like warm furry kittens in a basket of outrageous good fortune, tugging hearts back into place and whispering secrets into the earth.
The swell of spring is inside us, just below the surface,aching to rise up, yearning to breathe,to push out, burst through,open up and be glorious.
We respond to the call, like a lover to a bed, we are diving in, jumping headfirst off the cliff, out of the past and into the sun…
We have risk assessed over 400 monkeys and are sure that anything we explode will stay up all night celebrating and dancing, naked in the moon or sun, kissing the buds of bramble and rose.
keep twinkling, keep shining, and never give up xxx