Sunday 15th July
STICK WIPE THE SKY:
Waking into sunlight from a night drenched in rain. A long way from
the rivers of the mirrored streets & pavements where muted tourists
clutched their bags amid night howlers & stagger boys in Mexican hats.
Where dark was lit up but dim & yellow, evoking nostalgia for something
yet to happen – walking through a prophecy. Richter’s squeegee sweeps
the sky, a dark & mustard brown turns radiant blue – a trick perhaps
he didn’t mean – universally benevolent.