“sitting down at the dinner table is like letting go of unexploded ammunition and just waiting for it to go off. It’s painful to hear your parents – the ones supposed to protect you – endorse and exacerbate the very prejudices and misinformation that caused the traumatic injustices that you and your friends have had to experience.”
I’m thinking back to the non-uniform day our school had when we were fifteen. You always hated non-uniform days, didn’t you? A day intended for self-expression, but one which really…
A collaboration project with Rosalind Main and Daisy McConville on reflection and self-image both metaphorically and physically. They use mirrors and statues to create a space where they are part of a reflective exhibition…