Shapes, shades, smells, perceptions, characters. We are all different. Our inherent need to find our corner, to feel comfortable, a place where we fit, often evolves into divisions, the drawing of lines, a defence of opinion, a scorched surface. Break things down further, and we are reassuringly all from the same place, seeking the same thing and made of the same matter. Fragments of a carbon copy.
The charcoal was produced at a Surrey collier using wood salvaged from South London’s Ruskin Park. Ground down for use as a pigment, it was mixed with concrete to create a series of sculptural bollards titled Carbon Copy. This photographic series documents a stage in that process.
Shortlisted for the Brixton Art Prize.