This work exists as part of my ongoing research in to the fragility of systems which we believe to be fundamental. In this particular project, I predominantly interested in feeling a disrupted flow of time, however the existential consequences of the project were more interesting.

Over the course of five days, I stayed locked inside a warehouse with no clocks, phone, laptop, or contact. The room was covered in about 50m of white muslin, into which I hand stitched my thoughts.

The lack of a clock heightened the sense of loneliness, as if subconsciously knowing that everyone else in my proximity is experiencing the hour that I am, helps me to feel part of something.

Hand stitching letters into fabric is a slow, tricky, arduous process, but this quickly became my regiment, my meaning. From the second I woke up to the second I went to sleep I would stitch my thoughts away. It wasn’t long before this strange world that I had built felt normal, until the fruitless task that I had given myself became vital.

The entire time there, sleep through all waking hours, was filmed. The uncut 120 hour film was then displayed in a gallery, alongside the fabrics.