I am someone not good at feeling a protective bubble of personal space. I feel pinned in by crowds, in small constrictive spaces, sometimes in my own home if I am feeling trapped by the noises of my neighbours upstairs. When I am claustrophobic I retreat to my own sort of box, which I mentally close smaller and smaller so I can disappear into the space, creating more room around me. And yet, the need for that box is a trap in itself, since I can't cope without it. This piece is the closest I could come to depicting the dynamic tension of closing in from the world without letting MY world close in on itself.