Landscape SkirtHe remembered a landscape, or was it many, culled into the collage of a single image. The density of a thick mousy sky and fog, the familiar quench of electrolyte green grasses that feed on grey English air. It was in this landscape that he first took note of the phenomenon of a cheek that reveals its emotion in the flush of blood a beautiful gore, gathering in pink biological abandon. He circled around the memory, trying hard not to rupture its