The age of ecology
The little face is not in control
The little face lies below the galaxy spiral. The elements of colour move with the force of the spiral – not geometric – they are a storm. From an eyrie castle a cloud – man-made and dangerous.
The legs of the creature stride forth
The little face looks down at the foot of the creature. The face travels through the elements of colour. Scattering particles coalesce into snowballs. A red line is released into the red dress of the creature.
The rescuing creature
The little face looks up at the creature’s beak. Caught up in chaos the little face is participant and observer of justice. The creature has breasts for nurture and beak for feeding. A silver trail leads out.