Imagine something you know very well, like the trousers you put your legs into this morning. Imagine encountering them in an impossible form. The scale is similar to what you can imagine that your waist might fit into, but the legs are twisted, entwined and knotted. You want to put on your shirt or jacket, but instead of arm holes there is a gaping window. This body of work is a series of garments that are conundrums, that are poetic vessels. They allude to my body or yours, or perhaps the connections between them, but can’t contain those physical bodies or the meanings we ascribe to them.