Claudette, appears on a corset. A corset I bought with her as she recalled wearing garments as such in her youth. She reminisced about her young self. “Teta” she said, “my waist was the narrowest of all, its circumference was 45cm on my wedding night.

I want it to be perfect. But what is perfect in this convoluted world. I think of her life, all of it, I miss her. This work pulls at the notions of loss and performativity, it confronts the twisted contorted control we dwell in, as people, as women. Cinched, positioned, poised. The loss of play. The blindness to the breadth of the embodied experience.