I see an artwork growing in my subconscious mind
the degradation of concentration camps offshore are played out in an encroaching loss off civil life. The tram and train inspectors revisit in a paler version the feeling of injustice and inaction in everyday life. My next artwork must take this on. It will be more agitation and less aesthetic. Inspectors
And you will create something very interesting, Melanie. That whole thing was such a farce.