Kester Brewin

Imaginary The impossibility of finding the root of all that is negative in me; the move into a new plane only a symbolic trick that extends us all into the realm of the imaginary; a mathematical slight of hand: you invented complexity, smiled wryly as you wrote it and called it i.

Small Screen Communion iPod, phone held close and thumbed, reflecting so dimly on lichened branches fingering the above, are such small lights on these paths at night. What possible guidance could they offer? Yet still I look, still we look, so intently at their ever-decreasing thinness and ask of them the same as wafers once [...]