2011, Rubber latex twist balloons, wood structure, 28"w x 41"h x 8"d
This work exists as a sensory experience– odd but familiar. The slight scent of latex in buried memories of children’s parties and deserted hospital corridors. The erotic stretch and snap of latex against your fingers. A maternal bosom upon which to rest your cheek. A joyful shield of purple that diminishes with time into mournful ashiness. It waits patiently for your touch.
A Daimler Company
