For all men are beutiful and terrible. The nature of humanity is to take and take and mask it with a glamour of justice.

There is no just man, no richous man, no valley of shadows. There are only men, and men beget men. We are parasites but so arrogant as to think we are most perfect thing in creation. What fools we are.

A Place Without Purpose Where Purpose Once Was.

This piece is an exploration of the ideas of space and non-space. Pallets are a very good representation of this concept and more particularly the idea of a place without purpose where purpose once was. Pallets have no use on their own, they are defined by their contents, and broken pallets have even less use. In conjunction with this a TV screen of static again links to this idea, since a television is also defined by its contents to a large extent.

I would like to say a special thank you to the good people at Titanic Brewery, Burslem, for the kind donation of materials.

http://www.titanicbrewery.co.uk/home.html