The attraction was the sheer brutish presence and scale of the thing. Here was a massive Breakwater extending plumb straight out to the ocean. On the seaward end an alien landscape of concrete Tetrapods and on the landward a vacationers beach.

Set in the Adriatic that is the location of these images, the pictures and the arrangement are not offered as any form reportage, or from a personal point of view are they anything but a partial and untrustworthy account of my time on this sea defence. What you see here is a fiction of selective framing by the clearing out of social context and associations of place. There is a vulnerable and tenuous stance to these people made strange by their exposed flesh set against a concrete land full of distortions of scale and no horizon. The questions of who, where, why and what of both figure and place gathers more questions than it answers. Stripped of these the location becomes a sort of canvas for our free association.