I laughed a lot when I received this. Pathetic laughter. A sort of open mouthed cackling. This one is almost Banksy quality. It’s bad, but still hypnotic. A story is being told by the ghost of Kuleshov I think. The chair facing away from the woman, the rough graphics. Add a man and bowl of soup and you’re halfway to the fucking Odessa Steps. Via Shazza, seen at South Fremantle IGA staff bog. I would like to follow the thought processes for this one. How does the idea spark from knowing you have a pen, to doing this? And why was a flange not added to the other model?