1988, London, England
Plate 82, 27x18
Only England produces such an awesome collection of conflict. When I walked into the library, I was sure that I had stepped into another world - so many books and each so very accessible. Come one, come all and partake of man's great treasure, his memory. Yet, the conflict is that few actually had entered and read at the library.
Around the corner from this library, Karl Marx once lived in a small second floor walk-up apartment where he saw his daughter suffer sickness and malnutrition and die in central London for lack of a bit of charity. So the British build and add glory to the vision of empire, but few were allowed in to witness a book, and a little girl died for lack of pennies for treatment.