Poison the woods
The great trapping of man
We will get them now
Punch the trees, they deserve it
Do you feel better now
Watch the birds descend onto this wretched land. Man, what a time to be alive
Where do angels go to rest
Why do snails follow us everywhere
One day we will tell children
nothing
We will pick food off the ground
Our hands and feet will always be dirty
Horses will guide us
The sky will remind us it's ok
And the sun will let us know,
there's still time
Labour Block is a one day only open studio event and marketplace. Happening this Saturday, 4 Jan. Come visit and support this group of artists from various disciplines. Hang out, learn about their processes, buy their wares and figure out together how we can do more independent work. See you at @scapesg ☆
