A stream of breasts endlessly pouring from a glass sky

The men of surrealism have been content to slice and dice the female form and call it love. In 1923, Man Ray dissected the eyeball of his ex-lover, Lee Miller, in Objects to be Destroyed. In 1948, René Magritte cuts up his wife in The Eternally Obvious. In the 1980s, Roland Penrose declares women of surrealism important because of their role as muses; the legacy of women being that we inspire men. 

Moving away from André Breton's femme enfants, I present a collection of beautiful ageing breasts. Long, glorious breasts streaming endlessly in a state of transformation. Slipcast from domestic use, cut glass servingware, dark, decorative areola hang freely on the gallery wall.