These objects at first look to be old used up beer cans, found in one particular place in the desert beside a dried up river bed. But, when we look closer, in fact they are people. Drank, consumed, rejected, smashed, broken, forgotten, cheap, rusted, humiliated and disintegrated. In the same time, devalued with uniform markings of their mass production. They are treated and looked upon the same, they always used to be dirty niggers, irrelevant. They all look the same and they are all tied by one same mark, thought – Bitter Victory.

Bitter Victory is history of destruction, timeline of one genocide that started long ago until today- nothing changed much. They all used to be same people. Older ones are just bit more rusted, less legible color, less legible name. But still, it's known that their common name is Bitter Victory.

That same Victoria that made white Anglo Saxons rich and powerful, owners of other human beings, made empire of greed and cruelty bitter to a vast majority, and the alcohol that white people invented has become a true genocide: genocide of mind, memory, pride, faith, knowledge, justice and respect. That alcohol has become bitter, bitterest of all whip strokes, chains, cages and stolen children. Victoria or Bitter- depends of color.

Pictures are beautified with flattering lights and filters, presented with red sunset colors, colors of expensive romantic diners under starry sky, presented with all those colors that tourists want to see romantic desert and colors that are appropriate for white people to attractively polish it's own crimes and repackaging it into tourist attraction.

After all, Victoria Bitter is proudly Australian.