landscapes alien and real
a collection woven from a poem:
ROOT
(thou makest the outgoings of the morning
and evening to rejoice
Psalm 65 v8)
when i first look at your work
i search beyond
the apparent constancy of stars
where figure and ground reverse
we rejoice
in a landscape alien and real
you have made each detail
tongue, root, nail
its inevitability
ochre, amber, gold
its limitlessness