An adult indulgence of a childhood fascination with scrap yards and mechanical objects that I inexorably felt the need to break down to their component parts….and more often than not, be singularly incapable of reassembling.

 

Unwanted mundane objects, cherry-picked from scrap heaps and flea markets, disassembled, decontextualized, reassembled, re-contextualised and repurposed; often for no particular purpose whatsoever, if not to spare the overflowing scrap heaps and plastic-saturated seas of a few more kilos of trash, whilst I empty my wallet and entertain the child megalomaniac within.

 

Without further ado therefore, it is my pleasure to selectively present my ‘follie’ as though everything else I do, is somehow something else.