As my feelings of separation progressed it became clear under the unyielding presence of the sky that up there or out in the oceans exist the only remaining true wildernesses. The land for its part is divided and fenced off; quarries lurk beyond the ‘freedom’ of the road. A conflict exists between our mental constructions of nature and the reality of an overdeveloped world. The demands of industry and the greed of human ownership have squeezed the parameters of the rural idyll, only leaving the possibility of space for the mind to struggle free through the reworking of nature.

This sky was not without its invaders, for under certain conditions it offered up atmospheric visions of the distant urban night, disturbing the silent dwelling space with visions of atmospheric pollution.

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