Tony Chapman-Art Music Writing

ACT THREE

Objective Reality: I seem to have put my music studio up stairs in order.

Now, quickly back to Subjective Reality :

I can exceed all of my expectations, all of my world wide transitions .

I am the Picture Painter in his busby and his chlorophom soaked mittens with his overly sensitive , interpretions and his every way forward.

Now I progress.

Now I move across no-man’s land with a bucket of
ice in one hand and a laser beam cutter in the other.

My rucksack contains iodine capsules for unclean water and a book of Spike Millegan: “Silly Rhyhms for Kids.”

I am well prepared for any eventuality and I write like an A.I.

END OF
ACT THREE