A man walks to his workplace. His route is not straightforward. He must walk around buildings, through streets and into many rooms to get to where he’s going. It agitates him, makes him uncomfortable – why was this place planned this way? He always thought the principals of today’s buildings suggested otherwise. Could there ever be a rational plan where he could stroll straight to his destiny? Only a donkey would zigzag.


One day, he takes a coin from his pocket, holds it out in his hand, and begins to use it to scratch a mark into the wall. As he walks, the scratch continues. The next day he does the same, and the day after. He hopes these marks will build and build, and one day cause the building to collapse into rubble.




Coins & scratches on the gallery walls made by artist and staff prior to exhibition opening.