this piece is a part of a journey considering shelter. To me the journey began with, in my view, the most perfect shelter, the egg. I started developing my thoughts and ideas sitting with my hens, breaking eggs through my fingers, cooking, vacuum packing an egg, then i began to build a house made from egg as an inverted response to shelter, to let the sheltered become the shelter.
As i was busy cooking eggs, glueing them to the mdf house, throwing away the shells i began to consider how many hungry children those 62 eggs would feed? and what a waste it all is really, for what?
for our artistic entertainment? for my degree? to amuse? titillate? what a waste.
And what do we waste every day in the so-called "developed world" how many children would all that destroyed food keep alive? but how inaccessible is that food to them anyway? so i wanted to demonstrate the sense of unattainability, inaccessibility of that life sustaining commodity to children in poorer countries.
I found the crate at the tip and thought it perfect!
the crate looks set to depart but it is locked, with the key just out of reach.
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