Where: East India Dock Road, outside Docklands Travelodge
What: Four standing stones some carved on both sides, with images of sleepers alongside poetry about boats, waves and dreaming. The text appears to undulate with the natural textures of the stone and the themes of the poetry relate to the geographical context of the East India Dock area: the sea, spices, travelling.
A cargo of diamonds, emeralds, amethysts, topazes and cinnamon, and gold moldores
We might be all we dream of, happy, high, majestical
But I being poor have only my dreams, I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
If there were dreams to sell what would you buy?
I remember the black wharves and the slips and the sea-rides tossing free: and Spanish sailors with bearded lips, and the beauty and mystery of the ships, and the magic of the sea
Materials: slate standing stones
Artists: Incisive Letterwork