THE GHOSTLY BLANKET

I see material as a mirror; Its shifting states an echo of our human identity. It stretches and bends, reshapes itself to the touch of intention and gaze, always transforming in response to where we stand and how we are seen.

Steel: tough, cold, unyielding; stands as a foundation, forged to bear the weight of structure. Yet within its rigid skin lies the hush of softness, the suggestion of fragility beneath the surface. It can be polished into brilliance, drawn into lightness, held, ignited, transformed etc. an invitation to care, to renew, to reveal its duality; from edge to tenderness, from shield to embrace.

This interplay between matter and gesture; between the angle of touch and the tilt of intention; unveils hidden qualities, the fluidity of essence itself. Like steel, we are pressed and stretched, forged and polished, made sharp and made soft, always shifting under the pressure of perspective.

From the scale of the individual to the reach of nations, we are tangled in a web of connections. In this globalised, digitised age, identity drifts like a ghost -sometimes anchoring us, sometimes haunting us, sometimes holding us back from becoming. Yet within this tangle lies possibility, a reminder that identity is not fixed but alive, a shape that waits to be revealed.

Material: steel