A dark room, with skeletal imagery glows from light boxes mounted on the walls, along with a film playing on a TV. Two plinths each side of the room display contorted and deformed hand-made wax sculptures. Upon further inspection, bones and long fingernails protrude from the ominous looking casted hands. An anatomical and forensic aesthetic is often seen throughout my work. This work examines my illness Rheumatoid Arthritis, and the relationship I have with my body. My hands play a significant role in my practice; knowing they will change in the future, is a fear that has propelled my interests.
