Fine Arts

The approach to my studio practice this year has been haphazard.

I began the year with an urge to delicately focus on collectivity, group value and where we all belong. How do we fit in with this institution? Inevitably things began to cave in to neurotic and psychotic glitches where a more inward perspective formed. Before I could begin to include everyone else I had to first cement my understanding of myself and my status. 

I established a route to a secret toilet within the university where I could defecate on my lonesome. I collected evidence from scenes of no relevance, appropriated forms that had never existed and played them on repeat. An ambivalent interrogation into all of our existences began, and became erotic and destructive. Intuitively assembled items and props organised this investigation into spaces and welcome you to join in on this journey. Have a fun Summer Bitches! School's out!