Mick Hartley

By Hastingwood Trading Estate, across from Tottenham Marshes:

It was, I think, the yellow patch on the left that persuaded me that what I'd captured here, far from being merely another pedestrian attempt at capturing the chance post-industrial juxtapositions that characterise the visual environment of the dysfunctional consumerist junkyard that we call civilisation, was in fact a pellucid work of liminal criticism that questions our understanding of functionality in the context of an alienated subjectivity.

But, you know, I could be wrong about that.