Time is really creeping on. I can’t believe the opening night for In Memoriam was two weeks ago. Everything builds up to the private view and then there’s this space where the work just has to be itself, and I hover round it like I can’t quite bear to leave.
Things will change again tomorrow. My friend and fellow installation artist, Franny Swann, will join me with some new drawings of dead moths.
Together we’ll install them and see what happens. I have my camera ready to gently record whatever new interventions we shape in there.
I wonder how they’ll sit in the crypt. They have competition from 14 suspended petticoats and some very creepy distorted whisperings!
My work is very much about fragility in a corporeal world – and the quiet power of delicacy and femininity.
I look forward to sharing my strange burial chamber with dead moths – and new blood!
