Nathan Carter


In this picture I'm trying to adjust my precarious looking radio antenna so I can tune into live pirate radio that's broadcast from unlicensed boats traveling around the North Sea. My antenna is built out of thin, round, metal parts salvaged from modernist constructions, letters from Italian street signs, shapes cut from soup cans, pots and pans, coins, tokens, and other pocket shrapnel joined with wire from the door mechanisms of old automobiles. The whole structure is painted with a special blue paint for better reception. On rainy nights I can position the aerial to pick up a clear signal and listen to the Hell Hour from Hull, China's nautical weather report, politics from Woody Creek, Colorado, the JFK tower calling Heathrow, mysterious numbers stations, and all the latest underground Quick Snap songs.