During a residency at St Nicholas’s Parish Church I worked with pieces of old, discarded wooden furniture. It became apparent to me that the building itself had a chequered history, a history of falling down and being rebuilt, a history of being destroyed by bomb and being rebuilt, in fact the church has been rebuilt several times since its foundation in medieval times.

I began ripping apart and then reassembling the bits of furniture, which in the end had themselves been rebuilt several times. It was this futile act that occupied me for the duration of the residency, attempting to put these things completely back together and never really being able to.