To escape from my head, I began to engage my hands.
I started using what was stashed in my workshop – wire, paper, thread. These didn’t give me what I wanted, they were too considered and not organic enough for me.
I then discovered an unopened pack of polymer clay…
Following the principles of Surrealist Automatism – suppressing conscious control over the making process – I sat with a lump of clay and unconsciously made while watching fashion documentaries. Rolling, squeezing, stretching the clay into shapes reminiscent of egg pods, nests, and cocoons. This feels more like it.
These intimate structures are to be the starting point for something more.
