Apocalyptic
I am in a huge, linear modern office complex which appears to spread for miles. It is situated inside some industrial estate. Fires on tarmac. Car accidents and explosions litter the surroundings. The border between the exterior and interior is unclear. Shifting and missing walls. I am running with a gun along a central corridor carpeted in thick spongy carpet. Very small Identical MDF booths with organised office furniture and strip lights run along the corridor. I enter a booth and try and fit into a brown cupboard. A ball of fire spreads down the corridor towards me.
I exit the building. The gun is now gone and I run back through the barren apocalyptic scene outside. Men who look like flies ride on motorbikes, the number of them increases. I am terrified.
I am in a built-up deserted town centre. The only sign of life – black limousines which follow one another along a winding disappearing street – driving at the speed of funeral cars. The town is decaying, covered in a thick white dust. Chinese takeaway signs and decorative lights fizzle on and off.
I enter a deserted shop front and find myself in a very large cylinder shaped building. Piles of ancient crumbling bricks tower around me. The scene is bathed in white shafts of light filtering down from gaps far above. A decadent iron spiral staircase, broken and not reaching the floor, rises above. I clamber up the piles of bricks and reach the staircase. I climb further up very high to a hole in the top of the building which is growing above me .I am covered in dust; it is in my mouth and eyes and climb swiftly to reach the light. As the top of the building opens up, flowers cascade like a fountain out of the building. I stand hidden amongst the flowers and view an idyllic pastoral scene, in hyper-real colours which spreads down before me – green hills, flower gardens and children bathing in a muddy river.
Female, artist / set designer, born 1983