There are some images, some ideas and some memories that persist. They roll down the years with you, attaching themselves to different pieces of work for different reasons at the different times. Their meaning is not at all constant and their re-occurrence is not so much an act of recovery as one of reconstruction. For me, a particular memory of piggybacking is one such. Here the piggybackers have been monumentalised, uncoupled from the particular moment they are marching on. It is neither an exploration nor a study and the only question is, whose turn is it?