Rachel Markies

The object has forgotten where it comes from. An object which has been designed, reproduced, used, worn down, and discarded. It has been expelled, excreted. It is left lying on the street, invisible. To de-root it further, to strip it of its function, to reshape it, refigure it, attempt to understand it. It is lain flat, mimicked. The form of this rubbery, slippery matter is transformed. It is liberated from what it once was. It becomes untied to the impression it was married to. It is tugged, dissected, reproduced, pulled apart, exposed, torn. It is both recognisable and unfamiliar simultaneously. It is associated with something we know, yet it is merely an object reversed, manipulated. It comes back around. The object has forgotten where it comes from.