Alan Jones

There's a second skin in the space where you and I begin...

Alan May 2005 Cornwall

Words burn their message into my mind - a collection of dreams that are sold or seek to be sold - consumer statistics.

The Pioneers and Explorers now trademarked to grocers and bus companies..

A bronzed icon of a long dead soldier salutes victory; screaming silently from the past - his shadow falls heavily upon those who no longer remember or care or care to remember.

Murderous histories and corporate take-overs now celebrated in 'brands'...

Boston Tea Party --- Coffee House
Pizza Express --- Coinage Hall

Windows overdressed and filled with itmes no one needs but everyone wants.

What would a stranger make of this place, this time, this society?

Gold-braceleted builders show off their tanned bodies; teenage sirens display their charms - inviting yet rejecting in the same moment.

Immune, apart - different and distant... the world passes by - yet I know I know nothing.

The irony of youth - knowing that you know everything; that time owes you something more than you've earned. Rebellion locked into compliance; shaped by the desires of those who are no longer young.

There's no need fot a global conspiracy when we conspire to limit ourselves so effectively.

Alan - Truro, Cornwall August 2005 - waiting!