This photograph shows part of a life-sized figure that was part of an installation, which, among other things, incorporated a hell of a lot of autumn leaves which I labouriously collected from here there and everywhere. I can't remember what the purpose of that was, except to look good, I guess, but as a whole the piece was more or less about people (read ex-girlfriend) unable to control their own emotional lives and wrecking everything about them (me in particular--I don't care about the other stuff.) Hence the classical allusion with the title--maenads were the female devotees in ancient orgiastic and sometimes violent rites. Another relationship artpiece. Howabout that, I thought I'd gotten through that phase.

Fortunately I still have this figure, one of my favourites. Interestingly, it is composed entirely of paper pulp over a wire armature. Not papier mache--there is no glue at all. Unfortunately, the material is not stable, and liable to expand and contract with the weather, not to mention turn a seedy brown at the edges. But we all do that, don't we, with age.