A collage of photographs documenting the 53rd Venice Biennale. Four pages of text appropriated from the two exhibition catalogues:- a highly ambiguous statement. Why? Because.

Rimbaud's explosive inner life among the cryptic rocks of West Cork. Free translation of fragments from Rimbaud's poem 'Jeunesse' face painterly photographs of rocks beside an old copper mine.

Drift, the only form of subversion that doesn't reinforce the status quo.

Handmade box, 530 x 655 mm, with Egyptian silk detailing on front, sides and internal pocket. In the manner of an Egyptian pyramid, the box contains 9 cibachrome prints, black window mounted, of collaged photographs and drawings, and, in the internal pocket, a clothbound, hardback book, printed white on black, like the stars.

The box opens out flat and reveals when empty a gold line drawing of pyramid and stars on black cloth framed with blue.

Hallo my friend! Welcome to where you are now.

Collecting wild flowers was what you did when you were eleven in 1958, if you were a girl. If you were a boy it was likely to be stamps. The western world was rich in weeds in 1958. You couldn't find half of them now. Prints of JK's pressed flower collection, with introduction and portrait of JK aged eleven. With 30 tipped in laser prints.