re.riddle-Guerrier11635.jpg, Courtesy of the artist and re.riddle. Photo by Lucas Saugen.
he makes the-crossroads-under-the-bluff-where-once-a-hailstorm-killed-a-cockerel read “Bluff’s Cross” and renders the-strand-where-the-yellow-periwinkles-gather-in-spring into “Yellowcove.”
It is a necessary but unenviable part of his current task to distil into inked symbols and ordered lines what has taken place here
passed through a rent into another realm
It made her cry out in something like pleasure, to see the peninsula there upon the page, as it had been, to look down upon it, as if she were up in the air, a bird, or a heavenly angel, and it seemed to her a brand of sorcery, to be presented with this version of the place
