This body of work illustrates the confusion and torment of a failed marriage, the ripple effects of divorce lasting a life time. The temptation to get back together is always there. The veil symbolises the groom taking possession of his wife. The chair is an object connecting me to my past. We are confused. What is happening? This isn’t how love is supposed to be.
I am exploring the female role in society and the pressure women feel to be perfect. I am wearing a fascinator and high heels, constricting stereotypical standards of female beauty. The reality of the tasks that lie ahead is hinted through the wearing of an apron.
The works are about intimacy, love and tenderness conceptualising the essence of my emotional response to my son leaving home at eleven years old to pursue his career as a classical ballet dancer.
This dress underpins the narrative of love and loss in my practice, it is an evocative object. I am taken on a journey. I am reflective, I am vulnerable.
It’s a warm day, I can feel the sun on my face, I am beginning to relax. I am staring out into the distance wondering what the future holds. I am a loner. Dog comes and sits on my feet, he has found me.
You’re Sitting On My Feet 2017 210cm x 120cm Oil on canvas