Have you ever stared at yourself in the mirror long enough that you no longer recognise yourself? Then sometimes an odd sensation arises, almost shocks you, that you are looking at someone else. I made this sculpture last week out of new clay. I painted it with watered down blackboard paint and worked black shoe polish into it with a toothbrush (below). What on earth have i made? As i contemplate it I am almost becoming afraid of it. In the same way you become a stranger to yourself, this is becoming something out of my hands, sitting so ominously. Its just the combination of the shape (the hole), darkness and texture, I’m sure it could fit quite nicely as games workshop war scenery. I like to think of it as being more ambiguous though, to make suggestions and hint at something familiar whist still remaining fairly abstract. Its not finished yet, Im collecting belly button fluff for the hole (not my own fluff, i don’t generate any).
This is the sort of thing that happens when Helen and I collaborate.