Celadon

The round of a full moon seen through thin silk. Green melts to white, thin light, wax on paper. Light spilling through reeded glass, cool concrete, steel and stone. The comforting hum of air conditioning. Dear little Lettuces, row upon row, in a glasshouse steam. A glossy pale glaze drips over everything. Powder suspended. Held in a sunbeam slicing the air. Held in swirling water. Reality: Lettuce, Pepper, Clay, Crushed Concrete, Chalk Materiality: Elemi Resin, Copaiba Balsam, Tonka Bean Absolute, Musk