An illustrated postcard and stamp for poetry zine Inc. The work was created in response to a poem by Will Davies.
‘The horizon is flat packed and attainable, surmountable, ticking ever closer, like a quick fuse, like a doomsday clock, I can see your ashes in your bright skin, your hot breath evokes the cold wind, every time it peels in.
The seasons are overlapping, browns and greens muting like stubbed butts, state lines blur together, like blood in a bath or wine poured down the sink hands controlled by groaning heads, after blurted conversation.
I built you boots of led, but I never see you wear them.’
All Images © Emma Brown 2010-22