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“I saw her in the water,       beside me, in the bathtub."
"What does she look like?"
"She looked like me.”
― Claire Spencer , What Lies Beneath, 2000.
I just wish I knew the colour of my hair

The image of the porcelain, young female corpse, is one that continues to flood popular culture. Reincarnated from the popularity of true crime to the fictionalised image of a girl who has met her snow white-like demise, it seems that the lure of the 'Dead Girl' is an everlasting analogy of objectification. 

This, often unrealistic representation, is a trope that has endured for centuries, from Ophelia's floral drowning to Laura Palmer's, 'wrapped in plastic' beatific portrait. Crystalised in wax figures, beautiful simulations of the female corpse were once used as a tool for medical exploration. This attraction to the dead venus seem to endlessly reproduce despite the horrific reality that women, are, and continue to, fall victim to brutalised violence on a daily basis.

In this new series, the artist strives to wrestle with her own desire to consume such imagery, its fetishization and to give voice to the silent victims that often inhabit her pictorial worlds.

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