Two-hundred and forty-seven red, loaded shotgun shells are suspended in a wire mesh frame above 20,000 brightly coloured empty shells, freeze framing the moment before the violent explosion and its spent aftermath. The four quadrants of the suspended cross, mirror humanity’s violent reach in all directions. On the floor, the pattern is inverted with complementary empty space to the cross suspended above. A literal void of answers to the questions of why humans deliver death upon each other..