The surface is the landscape, a landscape in fragments, a place with the illusion of timelessness. What hovers above and what hides beneath the surface? The land is shifting underneath our feet. Stitched up, named, numbered and overseen. Places that are torn up, surveyed, abandoned, fragile in existence. Places without names or solid foundation. Places with a stark horizon, the gap between heaven and earth, the gap where the unexpected can happen.

New books and catalogues. Past exhibition catalogues and older books.