#02: A Bigger Splash, 1967 – David Hockney.

by James Nixon


In the square silence of the buzz-cut summer I
had to stop the abbreviated house from folding
in on itself like a long-dead spider. The baked
colours were becoming definite; the cocksure
trees aware of themselves and all the life there
was. So I threw an explosive something into the
pool like littering lightning, and fed the air with
an imminent scream.

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