The artist states: “A mop, casual in a bright pink bucket, is replete with a solid bronze strainer. Lovely crafted and wax polished. Used nonetheless. Pit fired bookends hold books on a simple shelf, and a candle burns. Dogs. There is something we can’t quite put our finger on? Dogs? Two steel welded frames hold unfired clay structures reminiscent of factory chimneys, covered in a rust coloured salt and red clay mixture, crystallising before our eyes. Dogs. Perhaps the frames also remind us of dogs? Two hanging boots made from rawhide, cooked in beef stew, elicit a kind of game. Another dog is dreaming, face to face with the biggest chewy toy he has ever seen. Passing through the chains a tablet awaits us. Salt crystals peeping out through the plaster, and formed like the back of an old comfortable chair. It begs the question, what is behind the fridge? Probably, dog biscuits.”