NOTHING MORE THAN EARS OF WHEAT
Solo @ Zabriskie Point, Geneva
2021
Press:
“Nothing more than ears of wheat, green-blue stalks, long, ribbon-like leaves, under a sheen of green and pink; ears of wheat, yellowing slightly, with an edge made pale pink by the dusty manner of flowering. And then; the rupture, as the beams from the sun determinately break their way through the heavy clouds.”
This is the story about Little Elwood and Susan, who live a life we have all once dreamt of. This is the story about all the memories that failed you. This is the story of a puddle of mud; drawing you into its deep. This is a story about the price of bread. This is the story about a gust of summer wind blowing strands of hair across your face, painting your field of vision. This is the story about a forbidden fruit that tastes of the nectar which has been sucked from its flower. This is the story about a dying horse named Aether, his rider whispering in the horse’s ear, “always keep your eyes on the prize”. This is the story about a past life that looks nothing of what you thought it would. This is the story about a sunset bleeding in orange a luminous cast over its land. This is the story about nothing more than ears of wheat.
