Artist/Gallery notes
Before the Winter rains, the ground bleached grass is coursed with blades of glass under the harsh unforgiving sun. At dawn now they are white as the light reflects and refracts over a million shards. The trees stand confronting and uncompromising, their black interior burning a hole in retina while in accompanying visual effects the dancers dance their illusion in the veil of transition. The portal will not last. Atoms freeze and suspended between the beat of the tune lies a moment of clarity when the path between the trees is revealed. Unable to move the fragility of its beauty is lost in the fluttering corpuscles of the dancing sun. Time to move on before colours and contrasts are lost in the drabness of another day