Welder’s mask down to cut the glare, she fixes the antenna to the converted cathedral. And the broadcast begins. A fine physical container for the spirit and will of her ventures – but where’s the heart of it? Hidden away somewhere, hidden away. Maybe you can see it in her eyes, protecting her from the purity of the spark she guides.

She’s not the only one building, of course! Off in the distance you can see other work going on – a crane, continually pushed up the superstructure it erects until it’s torn down at the very top. Distant antennae broadcast their own signals, interfering with the one she’s involved in. Which one will dominate the airwaves? Time will tell. But this is a solid foundation from which greater things can be built, whether in stone or in minds…

Material work, construction, building. Craftsmanship. Communication.