About the work
The empty hard hat waits, tipped slightly. Someone walked away, perhaps for lunch, or forever. The building rises, grid upon grid, a future that might never arrive.
On the wall — 13 × 18 cm Print
About the work
The empty hard hat waits, tipped slightly. Someone walked away, perhaps for lunch, or forever. The building rises, grid upon grid, a future that might never arrive.
On the wall — 13 × 18 cm Print