“A big pile of rubbish with rats crawling on it”
Clementine Edwards
19 Aug → 17 Sept 2016

If the wind blows on these works, they may tip. A ticket stub, an egg cup, a jasmine flower. Four small map pins cling to table. Two pink combs are clasped in wretched hands. This is a show about sexual assault. It materialises and memorialises interpersonal interactions, self-care routines and fragmented memories. The show considers the act of giving and receiving, of consent, and how we wear things – trauma, jewellery, whatever – on the body.