Eyes! There is something so inescapably fundamental about eyes. Many of my sculptures are looking. 

My Room is about being seen. The goat looks right at you when you enter the space; you walk around it – the oor is dirty, tracks everywhere – but somehow you can’t seem to avoid those eyes. Made from glass, but still looking. 

Our eyes speak the strongest language we know, though one we still cannot fully control, because of its wordlessness.