This group photograph will be a complex, guerilla collaboration between myself, the knitting circle, autonomous postal workers and a lighting crew. The over lit congregation celebrating a fluffy post box will be chanced upon by nightime revellers. Hopefully it will be a slice of irrational magic and humble warmth, the kind of thing darkness induces. Closer to fiction than fact. A very short, millisecond memorial; an acknowledgement of the long history and future importance of the postal service and those that work in it. Treasuring a threatened form of communication.
After all the attention the post box cosy will be left in place, a portent for a further, unexplained rash of copycat knitted cosy actions.
