A frenetic collision of text, colour, and primal imagery, a work that feels like a manifesto into gang-hood than anything else. Kerr layers the canvas with chaotic fragments – scientific taxonomy, historical references, and raw street-style markings – creating a visual manuscript that resists easy interpretation. 

The title hints at repair, but the surface suggests rupture: jagged lines, overlapping words, and aggressive colour blocks of a world stitched together under duress.

Coded numbers blur the line between history and hallucination. Kerr’s graffiti-like scrawl amplifies the sense of rebellion and disorder.

This is a work about systems – biological, political, and cultural – patched and broken, yet still pulsing with life to navigate, and  to question –  what is constructed, what is fractured, and what survives in the aftermath?