No Tomato Seeds in my Sock

An old building that was beside a river. It felt like I was a student here. Mrs J our teacher. I drove the car to the left of the building and wound the window down to say hi to Mrs J. I said I was just going to park the car down the street. She said just park next to this pub, right across from the building under the window. It looked really narrow but I had no problems. There’s a young lad and girl having a conversation sat inside near the window that I can hear. He is telling her about knocking someone out. Mrs J has some tomatoes and she asks if I would like to try one, and says they’re very nice. They’re sweet and tangy. She asks if I can give her one without the seeds, and says I can squeeze the seeds into my sock. I think that’s weird and bite into it without her looking, squeeze the seeds into my mouth and give the rest of the tomato flesh back to her. She eats it. We’re inside and moving up the stairs, it’s like a twisted maze. She’s getting everyone to follow her. I'm looking for the toilet.

Oil & Oil Pastel on Paper.

Size: 70 W x 100 H cm

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