2 sculptures : Inspired by nature, I search for an illusive form. There is a simple form I come back to again and again, the shape the wind makes on sand or the shape of a flame, a fish, a leaf. I claim it for my own but it exists everywhere.
At Spitalfields, the medieval charnel house held the bones of many who had died from disease, violence, hunger, accident or natural causes, for whose remains there was no longer space in the cemetery, no marker or name. Death was faceless.