Buying a pigs head did not seem to be such a hard task, I had seen them on display many times. But when it was handed over to me and I felt the weight of this de-brained cranium, I instantly compared it to what I estimated to be the weight of mine. The reality of this fact was enough a lone to send shivers up my spine, but the fact that I had such a bloodied and battered animal head in a heavy duty blue plastic bag casually walking round the market seemed to me psychotic. I felt as if this type of blue bag kept on being recognised by people and there was a general sense of what I had on me. In a depressing and sadistic way I felt a sense of power. Did the people at the counter, where I had bought the head with a relatively easy manner, think that I was a man of the world for buying such offal to take home and eat?

I tried not to put the bag on the floor, as to not disfigure any facial features and in some ways because of a sense of respect I had developed for my little piggy. Getting it out of the bag, I lost all care due an overwhelming sense of nausea as I felt its teeth grind in a really chalky way. But when photographing the head it became more of an anatomical study, and that distance allowed me to ignore its grazed face, open eyes, hairy snout and smell of clotted blood. 

I suppose there is something darkly comical about bagging up and binning something which once had so much importance as a head and hearing it bounce of the side of the communal bins in a worthless fashion.

A thought had come across my mind to attempt to cook some of it. I just hope the foxes don’t drag it out of the bin.

I am working with themes attraction, specifically primal and animal attraction. i find humour in the childish aggression expressed by domesticated animals in relation to our human lives and how we project human emotions and expressions on them in return. My work in this exhibition plays with layering, projection and placement of image and how we personally reference and connect the two.