Sooooooooo... This is my new workshop. Seriously... Look at it! i love it, its perfect.

 Long story short i was previously in the LICA building but apparently i was making so much noise that it was bugging the office. Downstairs. I am about 2000 nails in and a lady came in, looked at me and asked if i would be done any time soon... with 6000 nails or so to go i said no and gave an involuntary and possibly comedic glance from work, to lady, back to work and then back to lady... apparently hammering is all the office can hear and its deeply annoying for them. Silly them for getting a career in an art studio if they don't like noise. However i asked around and have been given asylum in the theatre workshop which suits me just fine. 

When you mass produce and package nails, there are bound to be a few mistakes in the machinery. a few tiny little errors which allow the wrong nail on accident into the box. Round heads winding up in oval head boxes, that sort of thing. I really didn't mind that at all. i felt it added far more than it detracted. Especially given their representation. I began to imagine these oddities that the keen eyed audience member would likely spot and draw attention to. They remind me of the stories that make the headlines. The one in one million photos and stories that reach us. the ones we spot and care about and forget the millions just like it. That is why i hammer them in just like the others. Because they will be spotted and talked about. Whilst the others will be forgotten, lost in the masses. 

These are the photos we see. The boy on the beach in Turkey. The girl running in Vietnam. The falling man on the 11th of September 2001. They are the round head nails in a sea of oval ones.