When I walk on the beaches and collect the plastic that these are made out of, it feels like I'm somewhere between an easter egg hunt and having to clean a public bathroom.
When I'm in the studio refiguring this detritus - now lovingly scrubbed and tended to - it feels like holding someone's hand for the first time and having a huge martini while doing taxes.
Soft. Foul. Cute. Toxic.
Day one - Plastic
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