Fishy Traits
Fish can’t shrug, fish can’t cry, fish cannot get mad; fish can’t sulk fish can’t frown, or tell us if they’re sad. But fish can
Seismic Songs
An accidental echo on the line oscillates with the baritone of your misplaced song. Waves beneath waves traverse wires crossed with the rising beat of
Ancient Shell Sounds
Abandoned at the mouth of your shelter you quivered apprehensively at our approach, crying out to be held as we proclaimed the exception of your
Foraging Fungi
Ignoring classical concepts of exploration and exploitation you strategise your advance across fabricated labyrinths that embrace your occupation. With reckless abandon your feathery limbs race
Plastic Seagrass
Sheathes of see-through cloth shimmer in the Mediterranean sun, soaking their ripening cargo in waves of rippling heat. Their glistening torsos dripping beads of sweat
Elephants from Space
Mechanical eyes drift across horizons, capturing hidden choreographies on the patchwork cloth of your vast abode. Grey on green on green on grey, your pixelated
Melting Lakes
Golden rays of winter’s sun pierce through the roof-shingle of the channel-sky, forbidden warmth enfolding frozen robes that shudder at the touch of an assumed
When the Mangroves Disappeared
Deep beneath the dunes fossilised roots whisper golden memories of emerald lagoons. When sapphire seas lapped tenderly at knotted feet, bathing sunken stems with the
Lunar Flow
Ancient forces dredge secrets from beneath the seabed, undulating stimuli unearthing memories of a long-buried past. Rising and falling with the passing tide dark shadows
Damming Loss
Returning to forsaken lands you cautiously rebuild your island homes; every log, branch, and mud pile pressed on with the precise hesitancy of re-colonised dreams.