Joy likes and not or Eat to eat for all Nettle field green Spider webbed monkey puzzle A perfect lawn with brick battlements, five courses high Cordons of stout applewood beside artificial green netting Two cars placed carelessly and a purposeful man with a frosted plastic bag of leeks stuck with pale clay soil.
The surface of the earth is dazzling this morning, like a layer of liquid life. Clinging, hanging, equally repelled and attracted. Anode to cathode of the intangible sky Pierced by a stellar stigmata bleeding light colour cold heat.
Three deep dark bream flex slowly in the half clear stream below this white welded footbridge.
Life makes no sense, then it does.
The magnifying emotions of light. It passes unnoticed.Under this foggy canvas great washes of feeling are illuminated. Cold ink stained horizons make blue feel like glacier ice. Then from the outside, intense radiation bathes the whole visible world in warmth. With this concealing medium, space becomes light, light becomes space.
Sound helps to see, to extend senses beyond. In the open cathedral of the beech forest, the sensations of rain fill the canopy and with them space within an enormous volume, out of body.
The spider’s web is filled with fog. Mapped with jewels of dew. The crystal piste illuminated by a forest of stars. A mountain range of light, an atmosphere caught in a pocket of silk.