Room 1

The first 'room' of the installation is the beginning of the end. A twee loungeroom setting, complete with cup and saucer and a vial of pills, dear, the edges of wallpaper are beginning to wither and the whole feeling is that of 'not quite right'.



The paintings, still lives, are of seemingly innocuous objects, although each contains a sharp object from the home. And sitting in the chair, the viewer is staring at a murder weapon hidden amongst the domesticity of daily life. A little like the violence of a woman. Hidden, brewing under the apparent sweetness of her nature, these images introduce the slow decimation of order and acceptability.





The initial comfortability of the first room slowly slides as one looks closer and moving onto the next room, the reasons become apparent.