While I was my degree show space I thought I would try something I’ve been meaning to do for nearly a year now. ‘The wine rack’
This has always had the same meaning but it lacked the narrative i feel that my work affords it now.
This piece goes a little way to explain why these munsters have eaten, disfigured and maimed these men’s fallacies’. It’s all to do with male score keeping of sexual encounters.
Its customary (certainly it seems in my group of friends) for men to crow about the amount of sexual encounters that they themselves have had. My twist on this was it was like collecting. The obvious association to me was collecting wines.
Initially the ‘wine rack’ was going to house feet similarly to a morgues body fridge, with them hanging out of the section they occupy with a label on the toe – in essence suggesting that as a result of this score keeping through sexual encounters you’ve killed a part of this girl.
Through one reason or another the feet never happened. I ran out of time, my heart wasn’t in it and it was a pretty laborious process. However I now feel it has a place within this body of work, it holds relevance.
I mounted the ‘wine rack’ to the wall and started to add pigment in the sections.
I like the concept of this piece but it wasn’t having the desired effect for me. My lecturer walked by and we discussed it. In all honesty the carpentry is poor and lets the whole piece down. The wood also lacks the clinical feel of the whole show, so with a heavy heart I’ve admitted defeat with the ‘wine rack’. However it shall be reincarnated as 3 glass shelves.
Lastly, when I next handle this pigment I shall be wearing gloves – it gets everywhere and is hard to get off.
