I had hoped to reassemble and reanimate from these forms the collective family body. Those which had - through a process of time and disintegration - disappeared from the home. These fragments of memory and pieces of the old world did create a whole, a unity of a particular sort. Perhaps it was the silhouette of these in combination with the range of materials; a spectrum of pale pigments - chalk, ashen and ivory, that made up the palette of complexions that reminded me of an indigenous architecture – formed to and around its inhabitants’ bodies? Ambiguous and undetermined these passive arrangements now appear (from this omnipotent perspective) as a set of architectural blueprints. And like an architect might trace a phantom building onto a provisional site, I begin to map these flattened contoured forms onto an absent body.
