Benny Profane by Ken Grant is drawn from a long-term engagement with a dockland district that Grant first knew as a labourer in his youth. Bound by a few square miles at the edge of the River Mersey, the work dwells on the river's hinterland and, in particular, the vast expanse of Bidston Moss, becoming an immersion into one area and those who depended upon it. It is an involved and tender body of work, an account of kinship and defiance in a difficult land. Those photographed navigate their own journeys towards some kind of stability in an era when little was. Moving through the Moss, the docklands, its overflows and the edges of the town itself, Benny Profane is a sustained account of an area and those who shaped it during its last years. The Bidston Moss landfill ceased operations in the mid-nineties; the former landfill is now part of a nature reserve. The title is borrowed from Thomas Pynchon's novel V., whose drifting US Navy protagonist of the same name has the same restless, sympathetic outsider's gaze as Grant's young dockland figures.