In terms of this piece. After the failure of making molds as i have mentioned before, it seemed a damn shame to bin it all. More than that it is a reminder to me of a lesson learnt. Whilst plaster cant be glued and sucks as a mold to fill with anything, it is not the end of the world when something goes to pot.

This term has been about that because a lot has gone wrong. This is a piece of work which i made thinking about Cornelia Parker's shed and suspended form as another avenue for sculpture. Frankly all the other hanging stuff ive done in the past has been poor and uninformed. However i couldnt just bin a weeks worth of plaster work away, all of that broken material can become something else.

So this is what i have experimented with here. Weirdly, its a notion of recycling my work...

Unfortunately, as much as i love this piece, i did want it wall mounted originally. I would have loved to have had it support free, attached to the white wall as if pertruding and morphing from the wall itself using industrial sticky pads. I did buy these and was told they would do the trick. However they did not stick to the plaster which is a great shame. It was not the weight so much as the properties of plaster.

Instead, i opted to return to the routes of this term and present the body on a slab to be walked around, observed and looked quite literally 'in to'.

In all honesty, i do like the table, it makes the sculpture appear to me more innocent, like viewing it is fare more about exposure, not just viewing.

Cut by band saw i do see this is a circular project that has reached a conclusion, a body which now, using plaster as a new format is exposed and looked into. The plaster had marbled inside as well to add an idea of layers and slats. Slices of an individual, broken down.