Stretched

I struggled to decide which of the six photos of the work's cycle lockers looked the best to blip tonight, as that was all I'd managed to take all day. Then, in a unexpected moment of clarity, I realised they were all shit and had no idea why I'd taken them in the first place.

So instead you get four banana custard flavoured prophylactics with safety knots applied stretched out in front of a switched off iMac screen.

Nope. No idea why either.