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

Ghost Forest

Surging seas and weeping waves advance along your coast, probing buried channels as they break through the shoreface to drag briny fingerprints across weathered limbs

Poisoned Tusks

Jutting from the salted froth your solitary canine flashes in the midnight sun, revealing wrinkled rivulets that labour under our insignia; ivory forget-me-nots of all

Vegetation Beneath the Ice

Under cover of violence we pulled you from your frozen past, geological collateral lying dormant in our hurried transits. Patiently you lay there, whispering at

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