Four pictures, four sayings, no words. Each panel takes an idiom everybody already knows and stages it as a single image in gouache, and all four are held to the same blue and gold so the set reads as one thought rather than four. A brain climbing out of its box. Two birds sharing one arrow. A barrel emptying itself onto a fire. A figure whose head has become the sun. I have deliberately not labelled them anywhere on the page. Half the pleasure of an idiom is the second in which you recognise it, and I would rather hand you that second than explain it away.