I started as usual by eyeing up bits of leftover tape. At first I saw two leviathans but combined them to make a kind of wishbone that looked like legs. Thus was Stickman born. A beautiful, fragile being with no soul other than that fragment of mine which I chose to give him. I made a film of me trying to get him to stand.

Its about how we anthropomorphise matter, are able to somehow pity it and how this is reflected in creation myth.

But it’s also about The Shadow, that we disregard but which is always there. as real, if not more real, than the object that receives all the light.

And about how I am using and reusing materials as the equivalent of the work itself.

Tapeman dies.

Tapeman is reborn – ever-living, ever-dying