I confess the genesis for this sculpture was via "following the end of my nose." I get into a zone, hours pass and at the end of it all.... The screen from an old door was where I began. Perhaps growing up in the prairies where the mosquito is our provincial bird, an affinity to screens is a given. The earring representing the face - oh I did lament over where the other one ever went? Maybe it thought it was a sock. I always intended on somehow employing the perfume bottle top in a useful way - but I never knew it would become a right breast. You can't truly see the left breast, but it is a crystal 'grape' rescued from the garbage man. The dog choke collar? What was I thinking ?- my dog weighs 6 lbs (a Yorkie) -