These pieces are influenced in large by quilts; objects that, to me, are imbued with love and comfort. They shelter us in the dark and keep us warm and safe, to a point. However, I would assume that for most of us, there will be periods of time when we wake at night, plagued by worries about our lives and the people in them. The things we wish we had done and the things we wish we had not, and perhaps most horrifying, the finite nature of our lives, the end, the big finish, death. In these moments, it feels as if the quilt and its comfort shrink, our feet are metaphorically exposed to the bogies that live in the dark. Maybe if we allow ourselves not to pull the covers over our heads, get up and talk to our bogies and boggarts, they might have something interesting to say about the business of living life? They might even be our friends?