Derek Jarman, 1992. In the garden that DJ laid out in his later years, a exercise in natural sculpture that harmonises the bleak surroundings with the tenderness of home.

D.J.: “There is more sunlight here than anywhere in Britain: this and the constant wind turn the shingle into a stony desert where only the toughest grasses take hold – paving the way for sage-green sea kale, blue bugloss, red poppy, yellow sedum.”



Cy Twombly, Epitaph, Jupiter Island 1992. Cy Twombly Gallery, The Menil Collection, Houston


Sei morto?/ Are you dead?