The exterior of the shed was bleached white and yet defiantly brown, the roof above it seemed to be white too, though it was certainly black. The shed seemed to be collapsing on itself, slowly folding inwards, each slat loosely stuck to the one above, the door permanently ajar. In front of the shed a … Continue reading Shed Stories 2#
Shed Stories
Shed Stories #1
Production I close the door behind me and turn inward. Literally, my sanctuary. Me. My feet face the back wall of the shed, underneath me the starkness of kitchen floors which I fitted especially. To deal with the mess. My latest subject is a real doll. She is propped in front of me on a … Continue reading Shed Stories #1