Quick Reader : The focus of this final body of work has resulted in a study of human landscapes - especially those landscapes which are shaped by the introduction of cultural exchange - after all, the spirit of intrinsic culture has been hijacked as we are subjected to increasing doses of media, television, movies, internet and advertising.

I have attempted to create works in which images, icons, advertising information, slogans and branding form a new sort of urban landscape - a cultural landscape characterised by a visual information glut. This visual information overload saturates the cityscapes, causing one to realise the absence of traditional cultural barriers. This leaves our urban sites awash with images which have received a change in their aesthetic value. Take for example the Mona Lisa - she is instantly accessible and has been replicated so often that she is now just another piece of visual information on a saturated landscape. Icons of the past such as Elvis Presley and Marilyn Monroe have become mere marks on the cultural landscape. They find their home and place alongside figures from the Matrix, Mica Homeware Stores and Guess logos.

This 'new' cultural landscape is a dynamic mix of symbols, icons, branding and the like which people daily create, recreate and renew - a vibrant social condition created by the collective. The use of bright colours and magazine imagery transports one to a new backdrop, one which constructs and mediates a new urban reality.

This view is taken from the examination of self as the flâneur - the flâneur as first identified by Charles Bauldelaire. He is a detached pedestrian observer of the city, free to probe his surroundings for clues and observations that may have gone unnoticed by others as to the reading of the past on which his present is based. The result is a personal viewpoint of how I perceive the cultural landscape of which I am part.

The Voices I Heard, the Faces I Saw Said the Flâneur is a piece where the audience can enter my walk through the city and through an arcade (the traditional haunt of the flâneur) to observe the heady quantity of information the modern pedestrian experiences in her strolling.