Seeing men emerge out of the ground and become deer. Striped tricksters bathe in dense grey fir smoke. Up behind the Pueblo, perspective's gone and you are pulled up into a wide canyon, floating in amongst the landscape.

The trapdoor: in the past the Red Willow people of the Pueblo only entered their homes through a trapdoor in the roof. I remember the feeling of oneiric impossibility marooned at the top of the ladder you had to climb to get into my dad's studio in Battersea, unable to make the traverse through the trapdoor onto the studio floor.