The City is a world drowning in shadows. Though its buildings hum with flesh and light, the glow of function dissipates and creates pockets of darkness at its edge - halos in retreat. Where a landscape of twisting streets talk to themselves, 'Do not park', 'No stopping', 'Give way', 'Cross here', its surfaces scared by the actions of human traffic marching daily past in a fog of calculation and distraction: tyre burns, grease stains of sweat smudged across its walls, cigarette butts scarring its pavements. It is a world of 'unseeing', where that which we wish to ignore goes unnoticed.
Piss Corners looks to where many avert their eyes, claiming a right to exist and be recognised.
C-Type matt, aluminium 101 x 66 cm
