Fiona
Fitzpatrick

I was going to buy you perfume, but I didn’t.

The work portrays an autobiographical fictional representation, recalling and replicating memories and experiences in quotidian life, executed through photography and performance art combined with ready-made objects.

Exploring the limits of sanity and human freedom, I embody a sculptural entrapment as I recount narratives of self-destruction, madness and institutional care. I am ‘stuck’ in quotidian domesticity, aiming to create a disquieting effect in familiar home settings and finding humour in everyday mundane domestic activities and daily chores.

The story line is always up for debate, inviting the viewer to create their own interpretation of my work.