For Punk&Sheep Chris Jones will partially return the space to its former incarnation as an office - albeit an illusory, anomalous version; as if the room is dreaming of its previous life.
Seeming initially to be in abandoned disarray, on approach the familiar items appear to have continued their existence into the wilderness years, becoming lost, confused, unruly manifestations of their former selves.
Office desks bearing the usual workaday paraphernalia – computers, printers, desk tidies, coffee cups, paper reams – now overflow with extraneous information, or leak one item’s logic into another. Innocuous, formal objects morph and spread entropically. New outcroppings or adjuncts have emerged suggested by the original form or function, but often deviating into narratives of local history or popular culture, forming communities and outposts of association.
The spectral office absorbs its surroundings and regurgitates, thinking aloud as it attempts to process the world around it.