Never + Always

I do love the underdog and his small but determined voice, his hand reaching out of the rubble and the grit of his determination. And it's apt to find the soul of the underdog rising up from the ruins of great artists work that has passed before him, in what I call the laneway of contention. Great names have been painted over by ... great names. So who is my lone soldier ? My quiet voice where champions have shouted rage before him? And could he be the most profound narrator of the time ? I have spent a year photographing the power battles played out in this laneway and he has summed it up with a felt tip pen, a brick and some plywood: Never + Always