When i started making these works I was drawn to collecting rocks that had fleshy qualities to them that i could associate with the human body.
Around the same time, I had a dream where I was with all these people who were able to excrete rocks from their body and each one would have a special likeness to its owner. These rocks seemed very precious and comforting. A kind of physical representation of the persons 'spirit' in permanent materiality that would long outlast their own transient composition.
Of course that wasn't necessarily how I saw it in the dream at the time, but there was definitely some sense of these rocks being important or at least something you were meant to be able to produce from out of your butt because everyone else could do it.
I think i sensed failure before i even started- even though it felt like everything took place at the same time- and sure enough when i tried all that came out was a small pink cake, round and sprinkled with coconut. Dismayed, proud, ashamed, special, I think i felt some, or all, of these things.