This has been on my mind for some time, and yesterday I finally busted out the safety pins and got to work.
The mannequin is 78cm high, adorned with sections of a recycled acrylic on canvas painting, safety pins and junk jewellery.
The failed painting had been an attempt at a Sonia Delaunay-esque ode to Paris, after the installation of electric street lights. She recalled in her memoirs,
"At night, on our walks arm in arm, we entered the era of light. The halos made the colours and shadows swirl and vibrate, like unidentified objects falling from the sky, beckoning our madness."