Very human things happen when we sit alone in our rooms. In our loneliness we sometimes reach out to find signals of life elsewhere.We are a mouse click away from faces and places that promise the world: snapshots or fragments of other realities. In our reverie, if we take a moment to see what we’ve become, we might realise we have fused (albeit temporarily) with the machine that has become our friend: a hybrid being of skin and metal.

I explore the regions between fragmentation and unity. If we consider that this unity forms a full body made up of fragments, these fragments cause alienation because not all the shapes and materials can be traced back to the human form. Uncanny likenesses develop; we can’t help but find a connection, it’s our only hope to keep on going… In our struggle, we try to assimilate and piece together these fractured parts of ourselves. Clumped together using glue and bandages, we “keep it together” and present ourselves to the world. Underneath our clothes we hide our bad skin, itchy psoriasis, scabs and scars. Beneath the veneer of respectability shit happens.