Heliotrope
For A.G. The fire called the shadows in They rushed to occupy every perimeter Crowded the mantelpiece, jostled with sharp elbows Tore up the carpets and hung…
Walking in the Sky
A small brown kestrel rises over the crest of a hill and pauses, hanging in the wind, scanning the fields below. With a tilt of its wings, it shifts vantage…
Animals are good to think [with]
Animals are good to think [with] – Claude Lévi-Strauss To be in two minds, think amoeba. To sell tea, think chimp. To build your own beak, think owl….
The Beast is not only the Tiger
The top floor of a modernist apartment block seems an unlikely location for the studio of an artist best-known for his engagement with botany. Nonetheless this is where we find…
The Sensorial Invisibility of Plants
Laura Cinti’s work stretches the boundaries of our understanding of plant behaviour. Cinti is best known as an artist who works with biology, and, in addition to her own practice,…
The Story of a Single Rock
Like many stories, this one begins with a rock, in fact one rock amongst many: the shifting shingle which geographically defines and continually redefines the salt marshes of Orford Ness….
No Rural Fantasy
The anti-pastoral of Cynan Jones I’m a Londoner through and through; a city person fascinated by everything the city is not. The rural worlds outside of mine are compelling, attractive,…
New Wine, Old Pots
When it comes to starting afresh, sometimes it helps to acknowledge a lack of control. That’s the thought that begins to crystallise while visiting the headquarters of De Martino, one…