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Series Statement — The Nancy Series

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Series Statement — The Nancy Series

Last modified: 29/09/26

The Nancy Series is a body of work exploring the exploitation of women through the lens — the unfiltered, unforgiving gaze that has shaped female identity for generations. Using 1970s dolls like Nancy, alongside vintage toys and floral elements, the series examines how the female body is consumed, distorted, and idealised by beauty industries, advertising, and the male gaze.

These works sit between the dark and the light, but mostly in the dark terrain of my inner child. The dolls become stand‑ins for real women: judged, posed, exposed, and expected to perform perfection. Their plastic bodies carry the weight of body dysmorphia, unrealistic standards, and the cultural obsession with flawlessness.

I use drawing, collage, stitch, and mixed media to build layered scenes that confront these pressures. The toys act as witnesses and symbols — damaged, broken, or preserved — echoing childhood memories and adult discomfort. Flowers thread through the compositions, offering contrast, softness, or sometimes a false sense of beauty.

The Nancy Series is my way of reclaiming the narrative. No filter. No perfection. Just truth told through objects that have survived the same gaze.

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