Quarry (extract)

 

There's a lot of green in the field. Sharp needles of green protruding up from the ground, each one piercing a drop of dew. Green squeezing out of tubes. Piles of it being picked up, pressed, pushed, smeared and rotated into circles onto canvases.

 

A lot of outlines are going down onto canvases. Outlines and placeholders, symbols and motifs. Is that a tree, or a symbol of a tree? Or a tree archetype? Is it observed or remembered? Or imagined? The lonely tree. The copse with the flat underside giving way to the mirrored surface of the lake beyond. It's hot and sweat trickles from under my cap, dripping onto the paper.

 

I see you’ve written the word cascading on your workings out. Why is that?

 

I'm interested in the lines and shapes inside that quarry and the way they cascade downwards. I'm interested in the trees and the garland shape they form around the top right.

 

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