A lot of my art was so frightening that I threw it n the street when I finished making it. This one I think I immediately gave to my friend who collects my work. The painting is cut to be three dimensional and is stuffed with cut kitchen sponges, acots and ties I refused to wear. It is covered in liquid plastic. It was hanging low in the collectors house and she recently cut herself on it. When I saw it I remembered how horrid I thought it was, as I had put it out of my memory. dates from the mid 1990's.
