Life then without callers 2026 – 50 x 40cm, acrylic on canvas
The title is from Beckett’s How It Is, not the pastoral interval it might seem but the pause between ordeals, the moment in the mud when the other who comes has not yet arrived, when what fills the space is simply whatever life brings in the absence of interruption. Without idealism about what that will be.
The tree holds rather than grows what it contains, flowers suspended in its branches, caught in its limbs, a wire-and-globe form hanging like a lantern or a captured moon, the orange form burning against blue in the upper left, the pink spiral, the neon green, the scattered yellow. Each present in the interval, sufficient to itself, neither flourishing nor failing. Simply there, in the pause.
No geometry organises this space. No administrative diagonal, no zone boundary, no planning grid. The tree is the structure, and it grew there. For now, no callers. Life then.