Accidental sculptures. Made by somebody else’s hand, seen by almost no-one, just me and the bin men. When I first moved to London they reprimanded me for saying trash. Trashcan. One woman’s trash is another’s rubbish.







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Eva Brá Barkardóttir
Accidental sculptures. Made by somebody else’s hand, seen by almost no-one, just me and the bin men. When I first moved to London they reprimanded me for saying trash. Trashcan. One woman’s trash is another’s rubbish.