Two dimensional planes pop back into three, into cylinders and sheets and embarking tunnels - the new megaliths. Fields of grain and Silbury Hill the ancient. The future pulls at the horizon, stripped form and flatness again. Combine abstraction with realism and realism is no longer real and abstraction no longer abstract. A pre-post-modern surrealism. Writing like layers of paint, dynamic and static. Paint and words dry - a pause - repainted and rewritten. Time in hidden layers and alternative versions.