One of the earliest works I ever made on glass, Trophy continues the theme of celebrating obsolescence. I recalled the TVs of my childhood, those that cost a man’s annual salary. They stood proudly as gleaming, bulky French polished furniture in many 1970s living rooms. Each of these domestic trophies with their bulging valve-powered, grey-green screens weighed as much as a bed. They seemed to grow the 1970s ambition of domestic education beyond the published confines of newsapers, Encyclopedias and National Geographic. Back when TV was an object, they were a measure of style and affluence to be marveled at, whilst inundating us in our own homes for the first time with an audiovisual avalanche of new world insights, propaganda, and advertorials.