Lu Bin, China

A creative response to Vases 1997 by Jethro Turner

For a moment, Max thought it was the driver’s neck that was clicking as he shifted around and chewed his gum, before he realised that the man was, in fact, blowing tight, rubbery bubbles and then popping them loudly. Occasionally, he slurped from his coffee and gasped as if he’d remembered something shocking. At other times he beat dramatically on the steering wheel. At the lights, Max leaned out of the back window and huffed in the air. The scent of the orange trees next to the car wash mingled with the diesel fug of the traffic.