The body is falling. Between the gusts of wind and the way that buildings soar past them as they plummet, this feeling is unlike anything else they’ve ever felt. With outstretched limbs, they reached for something to define this feeling, wondering if grace sounded right. There is a pool of blood slowly expanding outwards from the back of their head. The body is a sight to behold. The body is, slowly but surely, being opened up, the fragments of what kept it together made viscerally clear.  It is more than just blood that seeps out of the wound; it is the soul, the self that they constructed for themselves. Each drop of blood another fragment of someone who no longer knows where they’re going. All they know, all they can hold on to, is where they’ve been, who they became. Seeing red, they hope that they might become, again. The fall was just the beginning, and even that dull thud didn’t hurt as much as what comes next; that impulsive, desperate scrawl, the digging deep, of being put back together again.

Opening: Sat, 11 May, 4 – 7 PM

Gallery address: 12/F, Blue Box Factory Building, 25 Hing Wo Street, Aberdeen