until the last beat of my heart

A model train on a thirty-metre looped track controls a narrative in real time, your access to this narrative will depend on that train’s journey in time relative to its position in its own defined space.


Until the Last Beat of My Heart is a time-critical installation that investigates the minutiae of antecedents and consequences surrounding a single event in time, and their role – out of time – in the construction of an identity.

I can’t see any way around it. Nothing has ever happened. There have been no events – there never will be any. It is true (and I confess that this complicates matters) that every moment has the moments that lead up to it (perhaps with some anticipation) as it also has those moments that occur as a result of it. But for the life of me I cannot pinpoint any one of these moments ever actually having occurred… Maybe I am missing something.