Nature is us and we are nature. Nature is out to kill us. Nature is heterosexual. Nature is gay. Nature is masculine. Nature is a woman. Nature is natural. Nature is culture. Nature is the nature of reality. Nature is a metaphor. Nature is like money. Nature is calling. Language is our nature. Few ideas today are as charged or subject to as many contradictory inflections as is nature.

To anchor its compositional investigations into its own material, Mark Truscott’s Nature considers the difficulties of this overdetermined concept and asks – without recourse to nostalgia, sanctimony, or moralism – what kind of space it might meaningfully create or occupy.