In this sculpture I took the tape from the previous work Caseload, and imagined what it might be like in the vast red tape storage rooms beneath the courts at St James, with now-redundant tape spreading like The Blob through the interstices of the railway tunnels and leaking through the cracks in the walls into the vitrine on the station platform… Run, people, run!
PROJECT:
Cannibals
Red Tape Amnesty
