This is NOT about the well-established digital artist who works for Saatchi, called Paul Cummings. Find him everywhere elsewhere. We don’t know him.
This post is all about another Paul Cummings, who we met in Avebury at midsummer last year.
“You reckon that’s pacified your Gods? Cos it ain’t pacified mine”.
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When we met him, Paul was a wild fellow, fresh from HMP, with head shaven and eyes-dark, dancing and roaring beside the fire. See him here.
Once he’d stopped trying to fight us, Paul became quite
charming, and we enjoyed each anothers’ company greatly. He
told us how hard it was to make art in prison, with no paint,
and how he learned to use coffee granules, cigarette ash, jam
and silver foil for his paintings.
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