Large scale sculptural bodies made from graphite covered paper. The paper carries a recording of the surface relief of walls. The paper is damaged through the action of producing the rubbing and reflects conflict and the political uncertainties that surround us. Life is not always what it appears, and we often wear masks, a presentation to others of a version of ourselves.
Perhaps a skin deep set of clothes. The graphite surface of the paper looks like metal, but it is an illusion, a trick, perhaps just a different version of the truth. The graphite becomes the skin. The paper has become a monumental black sculptural presence. They are ambiguous in their composition, they look metallic and solid, and yet are fragile and insubstantial.