In my current practice I have been constructing objects that have the air of esoteric props, objects that resist classification into a register of functional domestic articles. I have a fondness for lifting objects out of childhood and reimagining them within an adult topography and imbuing inanimate matter with unsettling, provocative and fetishistic qualities. I am captivated by objects that appear to pulsate and swarm with unrealised desires... a certain throb and hum radiates from such things. The rocking horse is a slippery, curious object that swells and plummets and is animated under our weight. A restless, squirming object which seems to stir and twitch of its own accord and appears to will you to set it into undulating motion in a tentative and reciprocal choreography.
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