Spooky Stones ...

I spend a lot of time looking at stones; smooth ones, round ones, gnarled and knobbly ones. There’s always something hiding inside them if you know how to look. All you have to do is find it and let it out of it’s hiding place. It could be an owl, it might be a cat. This time it was faces, scary hoodoo voodoo faces; the sort of faces that the Ju-Ju Jesus Peanut’s congregation might have.

If I was a small boy I'd probably like to carry one of these around in my pocket. A Ju-Ju hoodoo voodoo hex to keep the bullies away, a talisman, a fetish stone.

I could hear them screaming from inside the stones, screaming for me to let them out; so I picked up my pen and paint and set them free.

Maybe it was the right thing to do and maybe it wasn’t – I’ll let you be the judge of that. But they’re out now, out and abroad and still screaming.

Listen... can you hear them?