It has been a bit of struggle to stop my work from fragmenting and to focus on one path in order to produce a coherent body of work strong enough for the exhibition. Whist trying to finish two large works which were started four or five months ago, I recently found myself exploring a new direction, moving my work away from an over obviously apocalyptic scenario to something which I hope is both more subtle but at the same time is more thought provoking.My interest in wastelands remains firm but I intend to depict them more realistically symbolic, rather than fantastical to provide a recogisable backdrop that is readily accessible to the viewer. Against this have placed a futuristic dwelling, it's pristine, sterile plasticity at odds with the overgrown vegetation and dishevelled buildings that crowd in on it. The figure/figures is inconsequential and feels almost lost in a world that they cannot comprehend. What was it that we were promised? What happened to our dreams of a modern utopia? Where does our future lie?