Black cat in a mi red eye
If a Bwoy dis di world gone die
Bun up mi herbs til me too high
Peep thru me sword dem wit me 2 eye
When all was quiet and the bodies had gone home she would photograph the aftermath of the day’s shoots. The resulting works have a stillness to them in complete contrast to the frenetic industry of which they are the traces.
These are playgrounds of cheapish fantasy which are left like historical documents to the sex act. At first they have the appearance of a show-home in questionable taste. The colours are vivid and the structure at once basic and commercial looking. Then you look again and see the clues… a bottle of lubricant, a dildo, lights at the edge of the frame, glimpses of the studio beyond. It slowly becomes apparent that these are fantasy landscapes, rude pictures without the nudity.