There's Something in My Head

A surrealist sculpture of a yellow head explores the mesh of everyday and madness. Beyond the veil of the mundane world, the structures that hold us, keep us enclosed, safe, the furniture of our lifes in the house of my head, the chair in which i sit, beyond this there is the reality of a more real world, a sublime break-down of logic and structure. Without the frame of our safe little houses and personalities, there's an abyss of freedom and madness, symbolised in this structure by the horde of fantastic insects inhabiting the kingdon in my head. they are botha sign of the madnesswithin us all and the even greater madness os a swarming humanity. once we break out of out attachment to the everyday, we look down on humanitycaught in its prism of the mundane, a prison of ordinariness, running around like ants in a glass formicarium.