Martin Jordan
artist
artist
Chapter Nine
I find myself on a lonely and disturbing African Safari, unsure whether I’m awake or dreaming. Exhausted and afraid, my physical and mental health in ruins I witness one of the great firestorms.
The reliable farmer’s wife
Her words have meaning now. Here I am on safari and I could be enjoying myself if I were well but I can’t rid myself of this feverish trepidation. I’ll look at the pictures in my field guide to the Birds of West Africa. The illustrations will inspire me, fill me with joyful anticipation,cancel out the foreboding. I open the book at the first colour plate and at once I’m in there and it’s real and turbulent and scorchingly hot. Trees and birds and pictures are on fire. The moon has turned to blood. The pale horse must have started riding the land by now. That’s what this is all about, I’m sure.
The book
The moon has turned to blood
