Light determines what you look at.
Today, for instance, the patterns
across these crusted facades
assume a Cubist air. They’re
flung lapidary shapes
against variable perspectives
like something instinctive
or work by the faux sauvage …
It’s as if every unnecessary wire
marks out a territorial plane.
The garden operates
to an entirely different geometry:
a continual branching out,
a breath that speculates its own
future.
Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips
