When the veil falls we are untamed and unmasked; we are displaced and confronted with our own sense of unease: disconnected and fragmented.
A new unchartered space is constantly unfolding itself, an unplottable and unconquerable spatial platform, an inverse space perpetually deconstructing and collapsing itself.
In a dream the material body is stripped down, eroded into its skeletons, damaged and exulted.
It is somewhere in this transcendent apex of suspended consciousness that we are confronted with an eternal drama, barely recognisable in our waking state but repeatedly shaping its trajectory.
Drawing ink on blotting paper.
Salt paper photographic print.
Exhibited as part of Last Night I had the Strangest Dream, Twilsharp Studio, 2015.