Portraits of my partner at the time and myself embedded in wax which gave a skin like texture hanging by leather straps and metal rivets. The work was meant to be touched, felt, experienced, and exist ephemerally. They felt as skin and their translucent nature projected our images on the walls behind us. When one would fall, it would remain fallen, for the art work itself deserved a life as its own even if it also reflected the inevitable collapse of all relationships and persons.
