Sculptures in the studio
Wax, my hair, menstrual blood, cardboard and thread.
Exhibited at The Safe House
Group show, group curation
This piece investigates if the mediums of photography and sculpture can can create what I call an 'animist logic'. Can the relationship between the miniature sculptures and blown up photograph of them create a temporal relying, which result in a questioning of presence? The boundary between the two is contaminated with eczema wall paper and the materials used have an ambiguous status- is the symbolic nature of menstrual blood death or life?