Jonathan Powell
At the start of the 21st century the human race is evolving, not into the vision of the fit, healthy, athletic Greek God image we thought advances in technology, medicine and social infrastructure would bring, but into a malnourished and obese dysfunctioning species bought on through technology (minimizing effort to make life easier) and an inability not to be hostile to fellow humans. The streets at night have become a swaying procession of high heels, false tans and bloodied shirts. By day large crowds of people bump and jarr into each other, damaging one another in an environment where the individual scarcely exists. The land is continuously being churned up and devoured by endless rows of houses, retail centres, motorways and car parks. I am painting the tight claustrophobic atmosphere of the human landscape.