I usually have several narratives that dabble in the conceptual process of my work which can make matters confusing as to which path to tread down whilst I solidify my ideas into the world.

Originally the question of “what gets to be a body” came to me as I was staring at my laundry on a clothes.
Seeing through the translucent skin of the fabric wrapping around this metal skeleton made me compare my own flesh to it’s and how I might be deconstructed.

I quite like the brutal nature of the wire and it’s loose ends.