What if days weren’t 24 hours? If they were 25, I would feel more alive. If they were 26, my schedule wouldn’t be so stretched. If they were 27, maybe i’d leave a better impression. If they were 28, I wouldn’t always be late. If they were 29, life would be just fine. Now they’re 24. I’m always busy. At least life is never a bore

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SELF PORTRAIT: The Architecture of my Body

yarn, cotton , tufting and sewing machine
(approx 38cm radius)

This is a rather modest self-portrait, don’t you think?

My own reflection is a ‘made-up’ me, a transgressive being that does not walk or breathe. Yet this rendition of me exists, in all seeing eyes, she is not real.

This is a ‘made-up’ me.

I’ve been saying this is an ‘interpretative’ self-portrait. Though, to me, I am in ‘Black and White.’ A full frontal nude. You can see everything. All the parts that make me human, especially the ones that make me woman.

This is the architecture of my body. The biology of my shape.
Enjoy it. Eat it up. Eat me up. X X X

SCULPTURE

SELF PORTRAIT: The Architecture of my Body

yarn, cotton , tufting and sewing machine
(approx 38cm radius)

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Welded and bent steel
(44.2 x 34 cm)

SCULPTURE SELF PORTRAIT: The Architecture of my Body

yarn, cotton , tufting and sewing machine (approx 38cm radius)

Untitled

Welded and bent steel (44.2 x 34 cm)

SCULPTURE

SELF PORTRAIT: The Architecture of my Body

yarn, cotton , tufting and sewing machine
(approx 38cm radius)

Welded and bent steel
(44.2 x 34 cm)