Indignation

Ostensibly, it’s an empty throne: abandoned, a relic, enshrouded in some sort of volcanic matter. In ancient belief and culture the empty chair is also potent with possibility, prepared for a second coming – a ‘Hetoimasia’, presently attended by angels of steel.

Surreptitiously, it’s a monolith of indignation: a testament to the righteous anger of the working class, an enunciation of the common vernacular of the workshop floor, workaday indignation, prosaic, unnervingly potent, dumb and eloquent.

Anthony Bennett carved Indignation from a single lump of swarf, the ultrafine grindings produced by the friction of steel on stone. It took about a year to be formed, deposited little by little, as Brian went about his daily work.

Indignation