It’s clear to me now, albeit decidedly too late, that we have not always seen things from the same perspective, (Roasted) III and IV, 2021

These suspended, overlapping, melted acrylic forms, are reminiscent of vacated crustacean exoskeletons. The shrimp, synonymous with diminutiveness and weakness, is enlarged here, and acquires a focus and status which it is rarely granted. A surreal momento mori, the sculpture’s meek title, and the cloying sweetness of the translucent pink rippling armour, smuggles in with it darker themes: the inherent injustice of the food-chain, our own dependence and vulnerability and the inevitability of death.

Photos by Trevor Lloyd