Kennard sees the skull beneath the skin all right: an area dominated by greed, indifference, ruthlessness, naked force against the powerless; the Holy Grail of the Big Buck.
    In 'Domesday Book' he has woven a brilliant and ghastly tapestry about power, desolation, destruction, death and 'the market'. Word and image are locked together in a deadly and convulsive marriage. Kennard forces us to inhabit a grotesque and oppressive prison from which there seems to be no escape. The prisoner is the human spirit, chained, shackled, wasted, reduced, throttled.

   'Domesday Book' is a stunning imaginative feat. The eyes of men, women and children which end the book are beautiful, tragic and unforgettable.