Out of Liverpool, a year after the riots. I was working with flags, standards of our time. I was flying a hammer and sickle with P.C.I, outside my studio, and inside deconstructing the Union Jack and the Stars and Stripes, and building my own altar to French Art in Vence.
Staying at the Karoyli Foundation, a little side place up the road from the Maeght foundation,
and a few blocks from the Matisse chapel,  a little further afield in the area around Nice lay other museums to those from the cannon of modern french art.
The world was however fracturing, and even as I was building transient paper sculptures to the upcoming revolution up and down hillsides, that would last till the warm afternoon winds blew them to pieces on the hot afternoons. Other pieces that were built in studio survived until their reincarnation in another form, one in fact making it to a nearby swimming pool where it floated on the surface, supported by a polystyrene slabs. 
However looking back now the most successful piece was I thought at the time the least. This can be seen in the pool pictures of red paper floating in water and the mysterious water nymph rising from the blue lagoon. The only record is the drawing showing the underwater structure curling in patterns that supported above the surface the what I thought at the time would be a revolutionary advance, and of course there has been, but not one envisioned. 
As computers and technology and finance have moved the world in outstanding and scary ways since. Though again these sculptures were actually created using computer read out paper.

The trophy sat on the table to be played for by the colony members in a game of boules every evening, term(inating) in a victory and losses.
The sleeping woman by the rock pool that was just outside Vence held a dream, as if she knew there were other mysteries that were waiting to emerge, in this endless summer as the rocks cracked in the sun. 
In the art, games, sunshine and darknesses of those around me, this was a the time I understood so little what was happening, yet said so much.