Green Riff IV

Flowers are coming out in blues and purples and whites but the garden is still
predominantly a green experience. Nature is in the ascendant. The briars, growing tall,
sway from the pergola. On two pillars, they’ve almost reached the top. They settle in
loose curves, propped on nooses of air. Height becomes articulated. A dimension
comes into being. And as it does so, the nature of the space changes. The church is a
ship at sail on a green sea. As the plants lapping at the broken walls grow taller,
slowly the stone is subsumed. If a church could be found at the bottom of the sea, if
there is such a thing as a forestchurch, we are there, underwater, treading water
around a wreck, in dappled, submarine light, not in our own element, aquatic.