Number two in the CEMPOP series, My head, my final rest? The depiction of what is and forever, we explore the nuance of death, we create these monuments to our deceased but who are they, many years will pass and the corpse that lay beneath these phallic in stature objects rot and decay away leaving nothing more than these feeble stone tablets, a memorial for those that had financial reserve, we have lost so many others in the night garden of forever, unremembered and lost to the passage of history. The stones, the ones that remain on constant guard watching over their once active benefactor whom has been lost to time never to be truly remembered, these guardians, these golems awaiting the day of there own demise.