Inside an orchid house, one enormous aperture is cut through a near-black wall — a segmental arch, shallow and very wide — its edge sweeping across the frame and cropped by two edges. The volume beyond is flooded in moss green mineral paint, yellow in it rather than blue, the whole of it carrying its own bounced colour with the form read through subtle value shifts alone, and the inner face of the aperture brightest where it turns. Inside it, a single tree stands lit from above in a bed of gravel. The surround is tinted with the same colour rather than neutral. the planting is heavier than the building, growing up the walls and over the opening. Photographed on film, coarse grain across every surface including the flat sky. Solemn and theatrical, a threshold somebody has been summoned to.