THE IMAGE OF TIDE
Shelter as the constant place of return, a habituated tendency that maps and archives our movement in space. We go there, we go here, we're protected in our perpetual spin around life-the reality of our own materiality and its related ultimate demise is shunned from our view. Prim and proper, we aim at the infinite sublime utopia of white walls, sleek metal-glass, never moulding, never with any signs of age. The bunker stands in opposition to this 'ultimate' shelter in a way, because it coming into our mind is accompanied by a reminder of the fragility of our bodies in not only the outdoors but indeed in all shelters. We are reminded of our own mortality, our materiality, the blind, stupid repetition of habituated movements and concerns. So in response to the call I propose The Image of the Tide, which brings to the bunker a similar kind of re-focussing on our own material condition, caught in undying motion and repetition.