16m x 2.2m high x 3m
Corten Steel, Bitumen, Gravel
Our messages are sent outward into the ether.
Digitally, verbally, physically; on a multitude of levels
We extend our intentions out to our environs….
Where these messages transport,
Where they are suspended, this arena is ungoverned….
Laid bare to mutation,
Or to manipulation by our human minds,
Our messages arrive after the fact.
The transmission of intentions, on so many levels,
through so many millennia, must always remain
ripe for Corruption…