This is the most recently completed piece for a body of work I’ve titled ‘Your life is in our hands.’ I think the very first piece was created a few years ago in the form of Geocockenzie. Or even the Torness piece. Solid, cold slabs of impersonal concrete held up by a skeleton of steel. I’m sure whatever I write here will sound like pretentious artist’s bullshit, but hold on for the explanation.
It’s easy to miss the obvious, the fact that there are people working away in these unwelcoming structures. And in some way, sometimes tenuously, our lives are in their hands. They direct us. Move us. Heat us. Connect us. Whether we actively want it to be true or not. Our lives are in their hands.