Children are far from exempt from the violence that adults are subject to.
This is in two parts; it is firstly a keyboard and secondly the child, and I’ll be talking about them both as a whole. The keyboard is an old keyboard of mine I smashed up with a hammer and embedded with glass for the sole reason of displaying pain; the idea of something that you have to press on to play coupled with the idea of cutting your fingers is a metaphor for how something you love can turn painful, just like a relationship.
The child is old childs clothing of mine stuffed with polyester and sat upright- its head is a flower in bloom, a symbol of innocence, but its lack of limbs and the way it sits with its hands away from the keyboard are almost like it has been scolded. I purposefully used female things to scatter around it as a nod to pedophillia and the way men lusting after younger and younger girls is getting more and more common.
These two pieces are very sentimental to me; perhaps they are not raw, but I put a lot of heart into making a ‘scene’ with this. It is edged by a pair of stained panties with the tag showing the age.
