Fragile Identity III

Blown, cut, polished glass sculpture

This piece comments on the vulnerability of one’s mental well being and the fine line between sanity and insanity.

The glass pieces look soft and tactile, yet are rough and coarse to the touch. On some a type of scar tissue seems to erupt from the surface and on others a type of spider web or veining can be observed.

The bed speaks of fear and fragility, of a precarious balancing act and danger. The neglected institutional feel of the bed is made all the more disturbing by the rusty nails. There is no comfort here, no rest and no respite. The bed is the site of confinement and mental torture. The fragile lace like glass bubbles, like so many thoughts in disarray, balance precariously on the rusty points, until the moment of collapse and breakdown.

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