This is founded on an old dry cleaners tag that says "Taken in". It is composed of an old lighter fluid container, dry seads and a stem of a fake flower. It is one of my favourite pieces. Perhaps because it feels deeply evocative to me. Maybe that's just the personal mathematics that were involved in making it. God knows if these things ever translate. Hopefully bare composition translates. In making these boxes I sometimes feel the arranging and rearranging is a way of dealing with pain. It feels better after the "things" have fallen into "place". Here's to hoping that the the concepts of "thing" and "place" are not just relative, or relative to something others can enjoy. Art always feels so bloody seclusive. Welcome to my own tiny world.
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