Ian Dyer

Concrete Ian Dyer

The Triangle, three giant concrete monoliths, filled with poverty, decay, hate, addiction. Once a place of tranquillity, now it's a burial ground of human excess, of raw human emotion, where no authority is welcome. You have seen these places, these cities in the sky. You've driven passed them, frowned at their residents, dodged their shadows, and have been offended by their way of life. In this place of harsh realities, there are no happy endings, there is no light at the end of the tunnel, there is no way out.