Untitled (detail), 2010
Every city structure that appears or starts to appear out of nowhere hurts like the stubs of the day after a shave. You want to touch them knowing full well it would not be a very pleasant sensation. Just like the nails on my logs.
They are not organic growths, but are hammered-in with force just like the manmade extrusions on the surface of the earth. Almost prophetically, all rusts with age to the colour of blood clots.