Behind a portal on a Georgian street in London, lives a small grey grotto. Its rugged walls, imprinted with gestures of the mason’s trowel reveal the eroticism which was conveyed in the act of construction by the ancients.

The pozzolanic ash echoes the volcanic topography from where it was quarried. As ‘chambers of light’ the three tall openings facing the street orchestrate the light and shadow.

Onto a rough wall:
the backdrop for a sweeping semi-circle of thirty-seven irregular glass forms each suspended by a black thread.

Enclosed are colours.
Invisible colours revealed only by the nose.