Beyond the Beeline
Bumbling in the breeze, your banded body drifts casually into view. Flower waker, pollinator. Every lacy step a careful caress across the countless faces of
Artificial Weather
Buoyant skies linger overhead, bulging at the seams with surging intent; capricious threats that fall indiscriminately against the statistical fortitude of our modelled routines. Searching
Volcanic Seas
Falling seas break your skin, fabricated fractures feeding flareups with deferred certainties that linger in the tuff. Wearing welts like a crown, you proudly pronounce
The Forests are Dying
Perched below the tree line twisted tones emerge, groves of crooked wood that buckle at the knee. Lodgepole seedlings scatter through sunlight, drifting over seas
Residual Snakes
Swapping Geigers for scales we sweep the landscape for leftovers, searching for residue that clings to the surface like scalded shadows. Slithering vicariously across the
Stabilising Cockatoos
Glassy eyes stare down from vibrant yellow crowns, solemn statues lined up for shady shopping trips to markets masked with colour. Wild or caught traded
Delisted Wolves
Flecks of silver trickle through hostile grounds. Consigned to a footnote by the fervour of unbridled prey too quick to hunt. Defamed. Deprived. Defiled. Invisible
Dulled in Flames
Rising heat wrinkles your feathers, hazy offerings that prick the skin and dull desires. Smouldering beneath the surface, your blood-streaked cloak of darkest night lies
Majestic Migration
Clouds of colour sail on ocean winds, dancing over dunes like burnished memories of distant, verdant lands. Flying, dying, flying, dying. The promise of return
Snail Survivors
A wolf in snail’s clothing patrols the penumbra, tentacles twitching at the dappling of light. Bathed in sunbeams your mantle’s edge begins to glow, a