Ratcliffe Orchard

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Can this be the orchard? An enclosure, at once sinister and beguiling, glossy and horrific. On approach, eye meets mirrored eye... but what images are reflected inside, once doors are closed and only glare and bags and lacquered sides remain?

Behind the box, a tangle of connections. A mass of white wires emerge from the back panel and spill onto the floor, twisting and knotting into a single plug socket in the wall. The cabinet connections may be elaborate, disguised and convoluted, but they are powered from a single source: hierarchies of control resolve in a single controller.




© No Spinoza
2008