Road sign. 1.5 x 1 metres. Pressed metal. 2013.

At first we see that this sculpture embraces the conventions
of street furniture and industrial signage. But then we look closer
and see that the artist has bastardised the message, subverting it's
original intention. What could it have been? Road on RIGHT closed?

Are we talking about politics?
Are we talking about morality?

Is it exploring the relationship between the instructed and the instructors?
Or the notion that we are all our own masters?
The juxtposition of slave and master is a continuing theme
in this artists body of work.

We can see that the use of a makeshift, pasted on LEFT in bright 'caution' yellow is asking us to question our own direction, that we should look at our own motives when making judgements about instructions, and indeed to question those who tell us what to do. That the typography echoes the 'official' font tells us that the artist respects authority, but also mocks it, by only sketchily filling it in, it should be noted though that by the end of the word LEFT the letters have been almost filled in, suggesting desire for completion, a joining up of the universal circle.

The discarded sandbag, perhaps the most powerful part of this piece is hugely significant. For a start is it sand? There's a sense of there being a body part in there. Is it humanity itself?
Or is it filled with the broken memories of a thousand family beach holidays?

All I know is that this piece left me feeling vulnerable, alone and shaking with fear.
It should be retitled: Humanity. Left to die in the gutter.