We Are His and He is Ours. Wooden Chairs, Fabric, Plaster and Wool. 2014.


A dusty book lying in the attic, with a title that betrays the cultural naïveté of an entire people. When my parents left former Yugoslavia, they somehow managed, within all the disorder, to take with them a book for young school children that my brother was reading at the time. Designed to impart a sense of connection with the country's recently deceased leader Tito, it became an artefact conveying notions of protection and "all-is-well".