1992 104 x 146 cms NFS
The alleys of the old east side of town invoke childhood memories in my town of origin. It was in these that kid pleasures transpired; hiding, stalking, pinching fruit, general gang gamesmanship. Sewerage systems and septic tanks have rendered the nightman redundant. Eastside's alleys are marked with scrounge land fences, scraps of remnant iron slowly acceding to the new pressed tin. I set the Buzzacott lads up, stealing fruit while Michael Drover pisses on the fence by the obsolete toilet.