When I was growing up in the 1970s I was, what was termed in those days, a ‘tomboy’. I wore my elder brother’s hand-me-down trousers, had short hair and mentally punched the air when the owner of the corner shop called me ‘sonny’. The biggest accolade of all was to be mistaken for a boy because, weren’t boys better somehow? 

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As I have grown older, the implications of developing inside a female body have presented me with many challenges, many of which have not worked out. This work, ‘Poached Eggs [X marks the spot], acknowledges that living life as a female is sometimes not all it’s cracked up to be.  

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This work was made as part of an online show conceived during lockdown in New Zealand in early 2020. I made a body of work about the alternate lives I might have lived if events had taken a different course. Lockdown seemed a particularly appropriate time to reflect on the precariousness of existence and the lack of control any of us really have.