The title comes from a beatuful poem by a Persian mystic Jalāl ad-Dīn Rūmī
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
doesn’t make sense any more"
The work is vine charcoal on Canson 300gsm acid-free paper