have been pondering on a series of assemblages which are conceived under
the title 'matter'. as usual thinking about how, as individuals, we leave our mark
on the world. the objects, photographs, memories, things and traces that remain.
thinking about this i realise that the only physical proof of a person's existence
which survives after death are hair, teeth, bone and nails; even these can be destroyed
through flame, or earth, unless someone holds on to a precious lock of hair
or baby tooth. how beautiful is hair when alive and vibrant, but a lock
saved takes on another sadder slightly sinister significance altogether.
am seeing all this from a female perspective...