The “futurist” produces work that looks like an ancient artifact. The modern rooted in the past – Ulysses paralleled with the Odyssey, Art Deco looking back to Egypt and all that. Remake and remodel, nothing really new. Here was a future before that other future of spaceships and Bakofoil. We’re in those futures now, and nothing looks familiar. We don’t seem to have futures of our own, beyond the prosaic and those borne out of fear. It is less of a concept. We’re in that old eternal now I suppose. We’ll probably recognise our futures once they have gone.