Growing up tethered to an analog source of television transmission and everything which that entails, the broadcast signal from the The Black Hill transmitter mast, being interrupted by a technical fault, felt, even as a child, like an existential natural disaster. Creating an absence and sense of helplessness. Media at that time being a much more limited experience in comparison to todays visual landscape. The work isn’t a literal depiction of this experience, but captures the experience of lost signals and the emergence of abscence. Weathered textures and fading forms, evoking a landscape barren of information, of entertainment, of interference, broken data and the absence of consumable data.