My breasts reside in a box, cast in bronze, memory of what was…
July 2009, a few days before my single mastectomy (no reconstruction) I panicked at the idea of losing my boobs, and convinced my father in law ( an artist) to make a plaster cast, which he later used to make a bronze bust. After years in the bottom of my clothes cupboard, my friend Thomas organised an old wooden gramophone box for the bust to be mounted in…my personal portable museum…