Lee Krasner, certain Pollock
or Motherwell, bear resemblance to tail camera views of an Emirates airliner on
descent one chilly July night. Lights orange, yellow, white, millions, spread
across colour fields of indescribable blackness. Deep black brought on by the
artist. Avid observers search for clues in glassy capillaries of streets,
courts, and crescents. Is that Plenty Road? Which shopping complex? Skyline?
But planes do not act to serve our private interests. That ragged black line through
glistening amber is probably the Yarra. Cabin crew, get ready for landing. As
hoving into view are perfect ruled dots of runway lights.
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