The word ‘hold’ conveys a myriad of definitions, from negative connotations of captivity to loving references of embrace. “Hold” is an abstract representation of the dichotomies that incessantly surround us. We function within an endless divide and are unable to resolve what is useful and what can be forsaken. Gravity pulls down on these cheerfully child-like forms. It tugs at us both physically and emotionally, as a swirling cloud of brambles looms overhead. Is it a protective ceiling or a foreboding body moving downward?

Moving though the clothed shapes implies a kind of social space: one is invited but must be cautious and aware. It is a negotiation of boundaries between the physical artwork and desire to subsist amongst it. There are intersections between gravity, space and emotion, a concurrence of strength and fragility through hard and soft. The repetitive aspect reminds us that we are creatures of habit – we do the same things over and over, with slight variations whether our choices are good or disastrous. It’s an environment that is absorbing, inviting and playful as it crowds us with thought and suppression.