CONNIE HOPE

I have utilised the same technique used to create ⌘ (cmd) c , dipping large sheets of cotton into clay slip, manipulating them over a prefigured mannequin. This was an exploration into the human form, an augmentation of a non-sentient body.

I ask acceptance from the anti sentient beings that proliferate my life

for interactions with bodies ware me down in this space

let me find peace in the things that don’t matter

the non-matter.

Gazing into its wrinkled expression produces an uncomfortable blend of pity and near repulsion

and I wonder, when it looks at me

does it feel the same.

Let me take you where I go.

I want you to see what I see.

Feel what I feel.

Please.

externalising an futile act of self-projection unto you is my aesthetic objective.

(puke, pick, peel it from me.)

“I’ll deny your human body, and form something else.” it says.