- In between denying everything that was charged to me, I had a moment to reflect on the past, mistakes created out of sand, handfuls of dust, scattered endlessly over high plains and  dark sea's, a misanthropic delusion, I turned to the wall, an antagonists pleasure, and counted the grains on the brickwork, a life full of interest and underachievement . Concrete had the passive nature I craved, it's facia of blank permission, sculpture from a drowned city, sculpture designated to displease you, each face I saw had a Bacon ripped quality, shredded faces on furniture, denying massacres and creating holocausts .