Through your Door Everything Turns and Sits in Circles

About

It started with the wish for a poetic object. I want it to be a bit like a surrealist poem. You have an area, which looks a bit like leopard-print-tights and another bit which looks dusty, and then you have lines, which go across like smoke. I thought I could conjure up a place or a mood with those abstract things but a glitter curtain would do that so much better. Perhaps these are objects which slow you down, which encourage investigation and discovery within the security of their walls.

They are functional and decorative and ornamental and thoughtful, but they also reach out and suggest a lifestyle, a social function, a relationship, a maker, a user. It seems to be inhabited by a you and a me. At the moment I am making small ones out of cardboard and I keep them in my room. What I get from all of it is this intense questioning of things (designs, objects, materials), different things influencing each other.

The work seems to be the by-product of looking and thinking, existing in the present as well as it trying to attempt a relationship to the past and the future.