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New work series: Uniforms…

Recently, I was moved to make an ‘object’.

A pair of padded sleeves,

white-collar  shirt hanging by threads from them,

Half of a body-shell,

No head to bow,

No arms to rise, 

No hands to shake,

No legs to stand on,

No eyes,

No mouth,

No voice,

No body

Nobody but a uniform…

The uniform is the institutional skin, which makes the disciplined body most intelligible. As a system of representation, it identifies a body’s specific function in a given institution and thus defines the behaviour of others. [1]

An apron, a lanyard, a polyester shirt with embroidered logo, a hairnet, a pinny, hospital clogs, a high-vis,…

A synthetic surface.

These are the uniforms that interest me. 

These visual identities are a lens to how society conforms.

Tokens of low status with little to no power, I want to give weight to what hitches, pinches, to what marks the skin, to what hurts and is pulling them down, to make them fleshy totems that ‘unveil social mechanisms’.

[1] DILLER + SCOFIDIO – FLESH – ARCHITECTURAL PROBES – p.37


First in the series : NOT EVEN THE MINIMUM…

Not even the minimum…

For our time and maximum effort

Sure, influence and advantage are dividends for the ego,

A leverage for experience,

Not even the minimum

Not even 8 bob & 21 pennies for sixty minutes of our labour

Not even…

Time and effort are onerous,

A handicap in the long run

An albatross that hangs over

8lb 21 is heavy to wear

when hope is beyond reach


‘Not Even The Minimum’ is a work that presents the emotional weight of in-kind (unpaid) labour.

The minimum was set by an act of parliament, 22 years ago.

The rate then was £3.60 an hour. Today, it is £8.21.

Here, this number is represented in weight (Lb), each sleeve weighed down with 4lb 10 of sand.

It’s heavier than it looks’.