Exploring every street and back-alley within the city centre of Glasgow, revealed to me that the turn often untaken hides the very heart of the what fuels our urban spaces.

Through walking these ignored routes the true nature of what fuels our internal environments is unveiled. The city is in a state of endless breathing, each ignored route equipped with multiple iron lungs. Never truly sleeping the city is an ever breathing and endless machine. As the city grows and
density increases so too does this urban machine.

Always expanding and growing to endure the city's increase. Although it is unknown when, it is inevitable that the growing city will lead to the growth of this machine.

There will be no choice but for the capacity for the machine to grow and expand beyond its shadowy and unseen domain. The lungs of the city will at some point become a part of the greater city-scape multiplying and becoming no longer unseen.

There are signs of the few who have also ventured through these routes. Leaving their marks, most signatures of the rebellious few. Although one mural depicting bubbles of air with a dog gazing upward toward an external duct. The duct acting as a mechanical trachea for the urban machine's respiratory system. This mural almost acknowledges the urban machine's purpose. Without it our internal environments would not cope with the demand for outside 'fresh' air. The interpretation of the bubbles possibly representing the act of the city constantly clinging on to its last breath, within this toxic and polluted atmosphere in the depths of the city. The dog representing the innocence or naivety of us all in leading ourselves down this path of reliance from this mechanical life-line.

The unseen machine on which we rely.