‘“Quantum shoal of clast flowers" is not a recognised scientific term or specific, well-known artistic concept. However, analysing the phrase brings together distinct, evocative ideas from different fields, suggesting a hybrid, abstract, or speculative image.

Based on the elements:

• Quantum: Suggests subatomic physics, uncertainty, superposition, and non-local connections (as in [space-time foam producing universes or photons forming atomic structures).

• Shoal: Indicates a large, organised group of creatures or objects moving together (often fish), hinting at collective motion or a school-like behaviour.

• Clast: Refers to a constituent fragment of a broken rock (sedimentary geology), suggesting an aggregate of fragments or geological debris.

• Flowers: Represents organic, blooming, or delicate plant structures.

Combining these suggests an evocative image: a dense, swirling group (shoal) of geological fragments (clast) that appear as, or bloom into, delicate structures (flowers), behaving with interconnected, uncertain, and high-energy physics (quantum).’

'In the depths of matter there grows an obscure vegetation; black flowers bloom in matter’s darkness. They already possess a velvety touch, a formula for perfume.'
Bachelard

“A Klee painting named 'Angelus Novus' shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.”

Walter Benjamin

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them — Ding-dong, bell.

Shakespeare

‘Difference without separability.’

Denise Ferreira da Silva

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