Cavernous spaces invite sounds to echo through the cold air. There are signs wherever you look: directions, commands, and strange white-painted stick people showing us the safe route to tread. We might hear the familiar groan of ‘where the hell did I leave the car? as we compete with the symmetrical monotony of the layout. And if the car park could speak back to us, would it tell of misery and neglect, or its secret fantasies, its GSOH?
The piece was commissioned as part of the Humber Mouth Festival.