
Recently, whilst staying in a little French village (Pontlevoy), I talked my way into using a disused warehouse of a slowly deteriorating abbey; the neglected gold rolex of an American businessman.I wanted to build an internally floodlit sculpture that commented on this, my current living situation, offworld project, and a nod to religion.
Every element of the installation was sourced from an abandoned part of the abbey.
I only ever intended it to be a photo series, ending in its eventual destruction, but the villagers took an interest, and on the final night turned up in a sort of impromptu gallery opening, and demanded it be left there.The somewhat bewildered village vicar asked where the hope was.
I pointed out it was mostly white.
Full story and proper photos coming later on the main site, as soon as I can get back to rephotograph.





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