THERE IS AN ARTIST WALKING AROUND GLASGOW, TRYING TO COMMUNICATE HIS INTERACTIONS WITH THE CITY’S DEMARCATION THAT IS ATTEMPTING TO MISGUIDE HIS GAZE. HE DEVELOPS RESEARCH FROM THE FENCES. AROUND THE FENCES. RESEARCH TO LOCATE THE FENCES AND SO HIS VOICE AND SO OUR RECEPTION. OUR PERCEPTION OF AND SO THROUGH THE FENCES. HE WANTS US TO RELOCATE FROM SPECTATOR TO SPECTRE, WHERE AT ONCE WE WILL BE SUSPENDED AND FREE TO HONESTLY CURATE MEMORIES OF RECENT FUTURES. HE IS RELOCATING INTO THE MODERN FRESCOS OF CIVIC DEVELOPMENT, WHERE AN INFRASTRUCTURAL[ISED] VAULT OF THE SKY, OR DOME OF HEAVEN, IS EMERGING THROUGH THE BLUE HUES OF WEATHERPROOF PAINT. AND FROM THE SANDSTONE, GARGOYLES AND DIORAMAS ARE INTERRUPTING HIS CRITIQUE OF HIS WORK.