Interiors
I was a simple child once. I lived in a house.
When I was 11 I sat on a toilet at my Grammar School. I investigated the smell of dried blood in a paper lined receptacle.
I didn't understand as I didn't belong, not yet.
When I was 12 I sat on our toilet at home reading directions I had pulled from a box of tampons. It seemed easy enough.
I didn't understand that life as I knew it was surreptitiously eroding.
When I was 13 I sat on the lap of a friend's father, his over-sized hands cupped my emerging breasts keeping me from leaving.
I didn't understand my body or him.
Filth and grime, blood and hair; simplicity hid and what was once still is vacant.
This group of images was intended to provoke the feeling of isolation, fear and uncertainty. The pieces consist of photograph collage with paper doll silhouettes constructed from coarse sandpaper and oil paint. The original thought was of pubescence and the confusion encountered therein.