Somewhere there must be storehouses
where all these lives are laid away
like suits of armor or old carriages
or clothes hanging limply on the walls.
Rainer Maria Rilke


Our bodies hold the physical truths of our existence, by using the body as a metaphor I am seeking to explore the lines between trauma and beauty. I am interested in examining the underlying substance and structures of life, how things are made, how they are held together, and how they can weaken and fall apart.

My work is constructed from recycled materials much of which has been used in the bedroom, particularly on the bed itself. The bed is a place where the body rests and seeks comfort, but also a place of sickness and death. By using resonant materials that are domestic and/or institutional I feel I can piece together a guidebook, of sorts, to help me bridge the gap between my own personal space and the surrounding world.