‘‘Up above the streets and houses, lost and found in the here and now, the seen and unseen, and the going and forgetting. Over our heads and swept under the carpets and fading spreads of Green ‘Uns and Stars, burn the Beltane fires of Park Hill, a shock of the new as robust as the socialist values which inspired it, and ultimately just as fragile. These are the things that dreams are made of; I don’t see Martin’s pictures as images of buildings, brutal or otherwise. They are pictures of the marks we, the people, have made and the things we’ve done, or would have done, or will do, or would like to do. If you look, you can see the humanity in the making of the city, which I made my home over 40 years ago.’’
Ian Anderson (The Designers Republic)
‘‘The city’s great minimalist translator, Martin Dust, captures the overpowering beauty of Sheffield’s resistant modernity. Through hard lines of concrete and steel spiralling to heaven, corroded iconography and human bricolage, these images preserve the resistance to atrophy: the hushed power at the heart and the soul of the city.’’
Stephen Mallinder (Cabaret Voltaire, Wrangler, Creep Show)
‘‘This is a book of beautiful truths, where the future came too soon and then vanished without leaving a forwarding address.’’
Regis (Karl O’Connor, New York, 2021)