These are painted sketches of the container called home. The place to which we return to, leaving the trace of our existence pressed into the surfaces. We use it, take it for granted, consider it a place to leave behind or ignore, but ultimately, it’s the only something when there is nothing. The traces of ourselves and our existence are held in the intimate fabric of our daily lives, in the bed to which we nightly return, that holds us in our most vulnerable. These works are bobbly, stained with pigment and the oil it leaks, with marks of making and the wear of paper, all speaking to the materiality of the subject, of fabrics throughout the shifting day . They are on coarse paper made in India, made by women, from rags, in a co-operative set up by Ghandi, called Khadi, to women to raise money directly  for themselves and their families.

 

Fabric has a distinct relationship with women; on the body, in the body, concealing and revealing and the stuff of Feminist art making since the very beginning.  In the sale of these works ten percent of profits will go to Action Aid to support their campaign to fight period poverty, which affects women and girls all over the world. Access to sanitary products, safe, hygienic spaces in which to use them, and the right to manage menstruation without shame or stigma, is not a reality for many. Women and girls' education, well-being, and sometimes entire lives are affected, now worse than ever.

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