Smelling the ozone of freedom through her nasal receptors, Roberta Tin makes a run for it to the Mystical Tin Robot Realms. She had heard so much about this from codes hidden in her daily musical downloads, that she had to endure for these South Wight Human Captors.
Unfortunately, she had never encountered pebbles in such abundance and was now having trouble walking on the beach around Whale Chine.
To compound this problem she could see seagulls now in attack formation hurtling towards her, intent on discharging their evil smelling, highly corrosive loads onto her clean shiny tin.
Oh, to be back in that bedroom disgorging utter twaddle!!!!
Acrylic on canvas, 16inches x 12 inches
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