Bunker (2021), moving image work and room shown in Where Water Meets Land, a game/online exhibition curated by Finn Dovey.
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From the cave I could see a portion of translucent skin through the door. I know it's out there, but its body is never in full view. I can only speculate about what it was doing and where it was going- to the hairdresser, off-licence, a virtual picnic. I fantasize about it having a small familiar face, mounting the strange mass. A friendly head crowning out of a landfill pile, saying, where do I know you from?The slickened stories feel familiar even as they change, there are few surprises. Unfamiliar is the new familiar, more than ever, an unfortunate homogenisation of incoming information, some kind of defense mechanism.I waved at a man standing next to a plastic garden chair, which was beside another chair, which had a giant stuffed dog sitting in it. Between the chairs was a plastic owl on its own matching platform. The man appeared to have been re-mortalised by nothing but a can of lager and these two companions; all three looked as if they had been affected by a degree of exposure. He was waving a laminated newspaper at me through the air.The air has almost become a new substance, its properties and character feeling different, both as a threat and as the medium that carries a welcome hello love across the re-fueling park. The wider landscape is mottled with sink holes and a variety of invasive moss which makes the ruins of strip clubs, chemists and vape shops look soft and cuddly.