A Ballet shoe the colour of face powder and matinee jackets, nestles into a large horn, cut from a beast. It appears to be standing upright on its very tip.
NOT NATURAL, illogical and in defiance of gravity, one breath will surely bring it down.
She imagines how it would feel to stroke the silky-cool surface of the shoe, to let her foot slide into it and pirouette round the room, en pointe, like a faun; while he is asking questions, speculating audibly about the construction, needing to at once de-power and master it’s temporary magic.
Tipping Point, 2010, Ballet shoe, horn, plinth, metal rod.
Image 1. Tipping Point (daylight)
Image 2. Tipping Point (black and white)
Image 3. Tipping Point (Detail)
Image 4. Tipping point (Theatrical/artificial lighting)