Light installation, inspired by memories of a time when milk was delivered in bottles by milkmen from local dairies and was drunk by children in schoolyards and classrooms before the milk snatcher took it away…..
Lady Macbeth feared her husband hadn’t got the killer instinct because he was too full of it:
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
What thou art promis’d. Yet do I fear thy nature,
It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.