Venturing inside the book Hundertwasser: the painter-king with the five skins, you come across a psychedelic rainbow of colours spread across almost every page. The five skins of the title – the epidermis, clothes, your house, identity and the earth – pervade his work in the form of rings and lines, waves emanating from his objects like concentric haloes. It was this idea of skins, of layers of identity that stuck with me.
I began to wonder just how much of our identity is formed by where we are now; the place, people, area of the country. To what extent does Oxford define us? I suppose that’s why I put the Rad Cam in the middle, a kind of question mark as to whether these skins should be wrapping around it, or whether we’re like the girl – just visiting.
