An exploration of an embodied sense of what grief feels like – fragile, beautiful, strange, weighted, dangerous, glittering, with an unnerving sound.

It has a poem that weaves around its form printed onto individual cast glass swan’s feather by the poet Sally Crabtree.

Under the bodice of the night

Is light

Bursting to get out 

The night hardly dare breath 

In her dizziness thoughts become  stars 

And all her words whisper is ‘ desire’

So full of it is she and too the dawn,  

Until they can resist no longer 

The bodice is torn open

From their passion

The day is born.

glass dress, cast glass swan's feathers, enamelled metal on a flexible glass fibre rod frame, with corset, embodied grief
glass dress, cast glass swan's feathers, enamelled metal on a flexible glass fibre rod frame, with corset, embodied grief
Detail of glass dress, cast glass swan's feathers, enamelled metal on a flexible glass fibre rod frame, with corset, embodied grief
Detail of glass dress, cast glass swan's feathers, enamelled metal on a flexible glass fibre rod frame, with corset, embodied grief