Strawberries are the taste of summer. Bite into one and it’s a nostalgic pleasure trip. The lazy slog and echo of a village cricket match. The twang of rain and tennis racket. The arrowhead dart of swallows quick and fluttering as a power surge, scattering across the screen as missing pixels.
Time is collapsing. The past and the future are redrawn in the present.
Postcard interventions (original postcards dated 1897-now, collage, paint, pencil, thread)
Ongoing series by Sarah Gillett