Field guide No. 1502
Surreal fallow field at dusk
Resting, firmly.
A ploughed field of large dry clods running to a low sunset. Nothing has been planted and nothing intends to be.
Field notePloughed clay dries into big clods by itself. Only the dusk adds a sense of occasion.
Also possible, also breaking nothing
Broom pulls cracks from concreteA broom sweeps twigs across cracked paving. The line has been there longer than the cleaning.
The hinged ochre wallA freestanding ochre wall opens on large dark hinges. The architecture has left the room.
Surreal twisted seats in an empty cinemaSwivel seats exist. These rotated on their bolts and stopped facing the screen.
A well-kept secretA jeweller could hinge a walnut by teatime. The vice is just there to make a point.