They say that every man looks like his Dog. Modelling the idea from the concept of ‘Man’s best friend’, The role of the office fan represents the banality of the day to day, like the swaying of the rotating cooling device, the working 9-5 grind comes and goes as it pleases, like a metronome for the middle aged. When paired with an inkjet cartridge, the office fan turns into a wild and out of control beast, flicking paint and ruining worktops, spitting in the face of all that get in its way. I Consider the object to be somewhat like a hunters Dog. As the fan rushes about the space in situ, it whimpers and squeaks and barks. But when given a put on a leash, the beast is able to be controlled and given orders, yet still retaining the qualities of spitting and throwing ink in random directions.