4th night (Phonetic); ‘Feeposhishi. Besh playsh.’ ..”best place..?” “Best place to hide, no one can see you.?”..."hello?".........
5th night. “Not for me?”... "What?" ‘homanni ears abbini’ ( northern dialect, gruff, Yorkshire maybe?) Contact lost.. point just at edge of sleep 55 minutes later, high risk of falling off a step, or feeling leg spasms.. One continuous tone, unaltered pitch, definitely a voice.. Tapping. “Thasapace!. What about it?... ‘Feetaposhishi’ is the best way..? what does that mean?”..... ‘homaniyeasss’. (agitated?) “ What does that mean? Is that a question?” .. 5.45 minutes elapse; sharp bang! “Is that a response?”
6th night ‘Cammeachi frommeaya’ (softly) “What”? (Feeling of fingers bent back) “ GET BACK!!” Laughs.
8th night marks verified. (Same point at edge of sleep), laughter. Wide Awake Again. Fingers hurt.
9th night.? Clothes cause hurt. From seeing them, I mean. Hung up, can still smell them, but that wont last. after that, nothing. -“that’s what it means.?” ‘ YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!’ Soft sobbing some time later (inwardly)
10th night.. 'Cammeachifrommea!'. "No, that’s not where you are! So it cant be the best place can it..?" Single bangs, irregular, for some hours. Hands in tight fists, legs curled up, no toes beyond the beddedges. Some nexday sleep. Wont keepittout bunnossoba.. (cavity search reveals nothing)
11th night Read that burning it is the worst thing cud doo.
So jukeep askinnit. “ your not in safes play ta bee”..[again-one continuous tone, unaltered pitch.louder.frustrated?] Obvious distress..
Not really an automatic painting, but an unfinished idea, painted over and over until it was done. When first attempted to photograph this painting the camera froze and had to leave it until the battery ran out, before I could switch it back on again. (though probably due to battery being low).
The artist can take no responsibility for anything unusual experienced after viewing this painting.
Shortly after this image was taken, the inhabitants inside that were already stirred by the heavens, experienced a great agitation, as if an anthill were being drummed by an unseen hailstorm.
They found themselves confused and alone, and felt warm inside, and they all cast their own long shadows..
Some had displayed unusual behaviours, that others who believed they knew the individuals involved would describe as uncharacteristic, but the heavens released the truth of them..
Making some frenzied, they burrowed, and broke through the walls that held them inside, and the blackness of their will spilt forth as they began their vicious acts, isolated incidents at first, beating and tearing at others into pieces . The heavens released the truth of them..
Others were stirred, as they were drawn out of themselves, the heavens making them feel anxious, confused, and alone, things they thought were theirs became lost as if cast into waters, but was the beginning of their liberation also. They staggered upward, unsure, as the needles now were confused also.. but they found their own way, for there was no one else to follow, and no other direction for them to go.