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A piece based on a title. The phrase came from a safety notice attached to an electrical flex, and I had this idea about referencing the plethora of pylons which stand astride many landscapes. It's a bit of a visual joke, but I like the idea of trees which sprout an unlikely crop in sympathy with their electromagnetic surroundings.
Invisible pollution, a cancerous growth, an assimilation of sorts. In this
altered state there was an element of symphysis. The tree and high voltage
wires became compatible as though they had just grown like that. |