This work plays with the importance we grant upon objects, and the fragile nature of the status.
The keys we carry in our pockets are embodied with status. Then move house, buy a new car, the keys grow old and dusty at the back of a drawer. This work explores the voice of a lost object, what would it miss? What memories would it hold? The narrative of keys allows a fleeting notion of the fragility of importance and status within the ever-changing social structure that we inhabit.
The work exists as photographs, objects, and as an installation of over 1000 keys hung from ceiling to eye hight.