This work exists as part of my ongoing research in to the fragility of systems which we believe to be fundamental. Initially done in an attempt to disrupt the feeling of time, the experience instead taught me how easy it is create a new world to reside in, and how quickly I came to adapt. The final work raises questions of labour, existential meaning, and productivity.

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 provides a sense of continuity, stability, and community.

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.