The Bite (something to watch while I eat) uses the kitsch aesthetic of ‘gem art’, a domestic and somewhat tacky new medium I’m exploring. As a teenager, I avidly watched YouTubers, some of whom collected bedazzled sip cups and coffee makers, and I watched women and their family homes on TLC (a tv channel staple for myself and my mum, which we put on at 6am when neither of us could sleep). The sparkly, plastic, hyper-consumerist, and sanitised spaces and objects of these shows (reflected in the shine of the gems) provided comfort and escape, a femininity alien to my own, something easy to romanticise and project into. The Bite (something to watch while I eat) shows a figure clasping their stomach, hands spread like bird wings, communicating a fullness or emptiness, a pressure. The figure feels vulnerable, and in a show of amazing works filled with ripe food and disembodied limbs, perhaps this vulnerability poses a question.