One certain human dimension seems to be a dumped car battery, but this wasteland has formed from excavating parts of the Tara Lagoon.

Gravity, time, and climate already begin to conspire, rendering this perfectible world as if awaiting a kinder human touch; will and organisation, how many gears and buttons and levers, how many lifetimes?

My task was to restore dignity, to rescue the salvageable and make it look interesting and glossy, so that in mirror-like reflection we may recognise the human.