Working with words – layering them – transporting them – transfering them – over and over and over again…
Is as a drawing – and it works alongside a drawing and sculpture – objects – things.
Layered pencil lines heat rhythms of time, shadows carve the floor.
She plucks a patois of re-membering,
stitching heart lines that strengthen the form.
This labour of graphite and paper, sound a Female Sculptural Space.
there’s a firebomb in there somewhere – granite walls – soft cheeks – burning and fading….
a discourse of aporia and journeying…..
autopoesis, sympathy and curing, desire and enduring…..
all beating their rhythms through the pencil line…