HANGING LOOSE. 2014. Drawing

In the dead of night whilst bathed in moonlight, she prances and props in the areas that are unavailable to her during the sunlit hours. Her daily routine is regimented and structurally woven to such an extent, that it's only during this time alone, that she can become at one with nature and it's senses of inspiration, without interruption. She still clings to the rigidity and equilibrium of life itself, but insists that her body responds in like, to gently, floating, unseen night-spider webs. She imagines her upper limbs are like those of the trees, constantly striving and reaching the heights of aspirations whilst her toes twist and turn like roots that keep her grounded.