My preoccupation with identity has led me to consider the place of language in its development. An inability to communicate infantilises our interactions. We learn by repeating and copying.
I have selected incongruous materials and manipulated them to mimic each other in form and reference. I enjoy blurring the boundaries; the distortion of identity that occurs when one thing imitates another.
Piped bone china slip, crocheted cotton, knitted wire, aluminium mesh, skins of wax, daubed pine tar and found objects have been brought together to weave a conversation of components which have been assimilated into the space.