She harvested moonlight broken by droplets scattered by flying fish, and the phosphorescence left in their wake.
He scooped up after-images of butterflies in sunlight, the glisten of dew on beetles’ carapaces, the warning shock of wasps’ weeds.
From this they wove a cloth so fine that a bale of the stuff could fit in a razor shell.
They pitched their iridescent tent at twilight, at the surf’s edge, between silence and laughter.
Dr Sketchy’s Anti-Art School, The Victoria, Birmingham. 24th September 2016
The Sea Hunter – Kitten von Mew
The Land Gatherer – Richard von Mew