Hooked to the electricity mains and suspended inside a steel sentry box, a barbed 'I' pulsates in a central city square.  In daylight, the text/number is a slender line drawing, a subtle refrain to the noise and constant passage of city workers.  As night falls and the square is traversed by streetkids, skaters and nightworkers, the text beats bright and insistent.  Incomplete and open to each viewer's reading of 'I', Suspended Sentence starts an open-ended series of unique sentences, all beginning with 'I'.