I developed this piece to mimic a cascade involving electric cables from dilapidated utility power poles, and folds in figurative gestures, connected through threads that delicately held each other up. The final installation also encapsulated the ocean, and my own interiority.

These bodies reach, extend, bend.

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I used plastic bags to cover the surfaces of these figures considering a quote from Zahra Hankir’s book Our Women on the Ground:

Flimsy plastic bags crammed with clothes, dangled off shoulders.

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How can a material be both degradable and non-degradable dependent on its use and placement; a material that can both have value in one market, yet none in another. Who has value, and who decides whose value is greater or lesser? Making the connection to migrant bodies, and to women, and to each of us living in a capitalist system.