The starting point for the The Motherland, series was a landscape of red brick pillboxes, dating from the Second World War, stretching along the eroded banks of the River Medway. A tree’s roots were fully exposed and encroaching on the foundations of one pillbox. It seemed to be literally scrambling for its life in the soft clay. The roots were digging in, thickening and toughening. The branches were straining upwards to right themselves. The pillbox looked like the bow of a wrecked ship from the front, very slowly breaking up and collapsing. Through a continuum of imperceptible changes, past and present were in slow collision; yet they appeared instantaneously crushed into one single moment of painful impact.