Little Horizon
A pocket-sized landscape: a rust-red sky settles over a ribbon of cobalt sea, which rolls up against a shore of soft sage below. Where the bands meet, the sky leaks a little into the sea — the kiln got dreamy mid-firing — and inside glows a toffee-cream dawn. Set it on a windowsill and squint: you can almost hear the gulls.
- Best Viewed
- On a windowsill, squinting
- Sound Effects
- Gulls, allegedly
- Sworn Enemy
- A view of the car park
- Drinks
- Something with a paper umbrella in it
- Layers
- Sky, sea, shore, in that order
