About the work

There are things you can be sure of. The sun will rise. Gravity will hold. And then there are all the other things. The things that will not hold, not in the way you expect, not for the reasons you believed they would. Fabric tears. Foil crinkles. Plans unravel. The night is especially good at revealing these discrepancies. What felt brilliant at 9 PM can, at 2 AM, feel like a mistake you are still in the process of making, one step at a time, each step a question mark. The doll, at least, seems to know its place, its posture, its fixed, wooden gaze. Even it, though, has been placed somewhere, by someone, and could just as easily be somewhere else, in another moment, after another decision.