A dark and dangerous, heaving industrial landscape, looming with the component monsters of shapeless steel and billowing smoke, a brooding hostility that consumes all that cross its smelting path. But what’s this that punctuates such gloom and doom? Two lovers, taking in this romance-defying vista, as if they’ve strolled in to the scene from a nearby canvas sprinkled with liberal lashing of love. But no. Artist Bob Barker makes a habit of finding infinite pleasure, joy and love in the midst of such labouring industry.

And on this occasion Barker parachutes in two impassioned characters, hands held, brollies crossed with love, looking out on this volatile night in the fleeting moments that they downplay their own emotional fixations. Amid all the swirling blackness and grey texturing, the yellow lights of a distant refectory and the equally yellowed dim of a nearby streetlamp colour the dearth of an otherwise cynical night, along with the strident red brollies doing little to mask the romance beneath.