This work is an abstract representation of invisible illness, of what it is like to live in a body always in pain.
I have used the traditional form of a pot made on the potter's wheel, but formed it with the clay slightly off-centre so that the vessel's walls bend and bulge in organic ways.

I then added sculptural elements to the outside of the vessel: leaves formed by impressing the lines of my hand into flattened pieces of clay; balls pressed into the vase with my thumb. These additions crawl across the surface of the pot, mirroring the way that endometriosis grows on and around other organs. Amongst the leaves and circles are fingers – formed from a mould of my finger – as though trying to scrape the extraneous matter from the surface of the pot.

Some days, I wish I had fingers growing inside my body, so that I could scratch and poke at the places that hurt.