When we speak of the word “life”, it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile fluctuating centre which forms never reach.

Artaud

What is it that we really want in life?

Some people have a desire to get closer to god, some wish to die feeling that they have changed the world, some wish to pursue glittering careers, for others, all they really want is to buy that new pair of shoes they saw on their way past the shops.

Cohesion is a flock of bronze pecking devices. Their little beaks tap away at the glass that separates them from the light source. They are trying to grasp the meaning of their own existence.

Driven by a motor from a bottling factory coupled with a 'random motion generator' comprised of a collection of elastic bands, these pecking devices cannot find rest, only endless motion as they sway in the invisible breeze.

Pecking Devices

Their endless productivity is absorbed in to nothingness
but still they are fixated upon reaching paradise.
They persistently tap away
in the hope that a crack will appear,
a crack large enough
that it might allow them
to reach through
and escape
their absurd purgatory.