Joshua Kerley
Felix McCormack
Rebecca Sims
John Cartwright
Simon Walmsley 
Elizabeth Scheller
These are my final pieces on display ready for the exhibition, which is now open. "In the story of Cinderella, the step-sisters mutilate their feet for the promise of a perfect life if they can fit into a tiny glass slipper. How far would you go for the ‘perfect’ body and there-for a ‘perfect’ life. "
This is what we have been working towards. I will upload photos of some of my favourites in another post. Come along and see if you are in the area. 
I really miss joe today. 
Collar Bone Decorative Plates
In the story of Cinderella, the stepsisters cut off their toe and heel in belief that they will receive the perfect life as the Prince’s bride, from this small task of making their feet fit into a glass slipper.
In today’s society, having the ‘perfect’ body is seen as a necessity to be happy. In extreme cases it is desirable to be so thin that you have protruding bones. If these features are indeed such a desirable aspect of the social norm, then why are there not more adornments for these protruding details?
How far would you go, for the promise of the perfect happy ending?
The frequency range on these is really good and you hear absolutely everything! The highs, the lows, the voice, in-fact, just the very essence of the music. If it's good music, it will make you wet. The sound is so clear and full. Beautiful. (And they look awesome)
Once upon a time there lived a king and queen who had one daughter whom they loved dearly. Now on a day in winter, when the countryside was covered with snow, she was sitting at her window sewing. As she sewed she pricked her finger, and a drop of red blood fell on the sill in the golden sunlight. And a bird in a tree outside sang:
"Gold and white and red,
The prince sleeps in his bed."
The princess was struck by these words, and called out: "Pray, little bird, sing again!" And the bird sang:
"White and red and gold,
He shall sleep till time is old."
The princess cried: "Ah, little bird, sing again!" And the bird sang:
"Red and gold and white,
He wakes on St John's Night."
"But what does your song mean?" asked the princess. So the bird told her that in a castle far, far away, and further still, there dwelt the noblest and handsomest prince in the world, with skin as white as snow and lips as red as blood and hair as golden as the sun. A spell had been cast over him, so that he fell into a deep sleep from which he could wake only once a year, on St John's Night. And thus it would be until the end of time. But if a maiden were to watch beside his bed, so that he might see her when he woke, then the spell would be broken.
"And where is this castle?" asked the princess.
"I do not know," said the bird, "except that it is far, far away, and further still, so that to get there you must wear out a pair of iron shoes."
Days passed, and the princess could not forget the song the bird had sung. At last she said to herself that she must and would go to find the Sleeping Prince, and free him from the spell. But as she knew that her father and mother would never consent to let her make such a journey, she said nothing to them. She had a pair of iron shoes made, and as soon as they were ready, late one night, she put them on and left the palace.
When the king and queen missed her next morning, they sent men to search throughout the country. But the princess eluded her searchers, and got out of the kingdom without being seen by anyone. Her father and mother grieved much, for they thought that she must be dead.
The princess walked on and on in her iron shoes, far, far, and further still, until she came to a great dark forest. She did not turn aside, but went straight on into the forest, and late in the evening she saw a lonely cottage. She knocked at the door, and an old woman opened it and asked what she wanted.
"I am searching for the castle of the Sleeping Prince," said the girl. "Do you know where it is?"
"Not I," said the old woman. "But I can give you a bite to eat and a drop to drink, and then you must go back to where you came from, for this is no place for a mortal woman."
"No," said the princess. "I must go on."
"If you must, you must," said the old woman. "Come in, then, my dear, and when my son the West Wind gets home I will ask him if he knows the way. But you must take care he does not see or hear you."
So she let the princess in, and gave her some supper, and hid her in the corner cupboard. Soon there was a rushing and a sighing of rain outside, and in came the West Wind.
"Mother," sighed he, "I smell mortal flesh."
"Oh, my son," said his mother, "don't be angry! It was only a poor girl in iron shoes who came by here today, wanting to know the way to the castle of the Sleeping Prince."
"That I do not know," said the West Wind. "Perhaps my cousin the East Wind may have seen it."
As soon as it was light the next morning the princess started on her journey again. She walked on and on, far, far, and further still, in her iron shoes. The sun scorched her and the rain wetted her. At last late one evening she came to another cottage, where another old woman asked what she wanted.
"I am searching for the castle of the Sleeping Prince," said the princess. "Do you know where it is?"
"Not I," said the old woman. "But I can give you a bite to eat and a drop to drink, and then you must go back to where you came from, for this is no place for a mortal woman."
"No," said the princess. "I must go on."
The old woman offers the princess shelter. Illustration: Rui Tenreiro"If you must, you must," said the old woman. "Come in then, my dear, and when my son the East Wind gets home I will ask him if he knows the way. But you must take care he does not see or hear you, for he would be very angry." So she let the princess in, and gave her some supper, and hid her in the corner cupboard.
Soon there was a shrieking and a whirring of dust outside, and in came the East Wind.
"Mother," shrieked he, "I smell mortal flesh!"
"Oh, my son," said his mother, "don't be angry! It was only a poor girl in iron shoes who came by here today, wanting to know the way to the castle of the Sleeping Prince."
"That I do not know," said the East Wind. "But perhaps my cousin the North Wind may have seen it."
As soon as it was light the next morning the princess started out again. She walked on and on, far, far, and further still, in her iron shoes. The sun scorched her and the rain wetted her, till her fine clothes were worn to rags. At last late one evening she came to another cottage. When the old woman who lived there saw her, she was frightened and tried to send her away.
"No," said the princess. "I must go on, for I am seeking the castle of the Sleeping Prince."
"If you must, you must," said the old woman. "Come in then, my dear, and when my son the North Wind gets home I will ask him if he knows the way. But you must take care he does not see or hear you, for he would kill you."
So she let the princess in, and gave her some supper, and hid her in the corner cupboard. Soon there was a terrible roaring and blowing of snow outside, and in came the North Wind.
"Mother," roared he, "I smell mortal flesh!"
"Oh, my son," said his mother, "don't be angry! It was only a poor ragged girl in iron shoes who came by here today, wanting to know the way to the castle of the Sleeping Prince."
"Well, that is easy," said the North Wind. "The path outside our door leads directly to it."
"Then she will find the castle," said his mother, "for that is the road she took."
"Yes," said the North Wind with a loud laugh, "and little good will it do her, for the gate is guarded by two huge lions who devour all who try to pass through."
"Is there no way for her to enter the castle, then?"
"There is one way," said the North Wind. "If she were to pick two of the white roses that grow by our door and throw them at the lions, they would lie down and let her pass."
As soon as it was light the next morning the princess set out, taking with her two white roses from the bush by the North Wind's door. She walked on and on, far, far, and further still. The sun scorched her and the rain wetted her and the snow chilled her. At last she looked down, and saw that her iron shoes were worn quite through. She looked up, and saw before her the towers of a castle.
Soon she came to the gate, and saw the two great lions guarding it. When they caught sight of the princess they began to growl and paw the ground and show their teeth, so that she wanted to run away. Yet all the same she went on. Just as the lions began to spring at her she threw the white roses at them; and at once they became tame, and began to purr and rub themselves against her like kittens. The gates opened for the princess, and she walked barefoot into the castle.
Inside she found many rooms, all of them furnished as magnificently as any prince could desire. But what was most strange was that everyone and everything in the castle was asleep, and try as she might the princess could not wake them. The servants were asleep in the hall, the cook and maids in the kitchen, the gardener in the garden, the groom and the horses in the stable, the cows in the barn, the chickens and ducks in the poultry yard, and even the flies on the wall.
The princess searched through all the rooms of the castle, and at last she came to a bedchamber hung with curtains of silver, and on the bed asleep lay the handsomest prince in the world. His skin was white as snow, his lips as red as blood, and his hair golden as the sun. The princess could not wake him, so she sat down beside his bed. Just as evening fell, a table covered with the most delicious supper appeared before her; and when she had eaten, it vanished. All night long she watched by the sleeping prince. At dawn the table appeared again, and vanished when she had eaten, just as before.
The days passed, and the weeks, and the months. Still the princess sat every night by the side of the sleeping prince, waiting for him to wake. At last it came to be St John's Eve, but she did not know it, for she had lost count of time on her long journey.
At midnight the clock in the tallest tower, which had until then been silent, began to strike. On the stroke of 12 the prince yawned, opened his eyes, and saw the princess sitting beside his bed, barefoot and in rags like a beggar maid.
"At last, the spell has been broken!" he cried.
Now there was a noise and clamor of voices downstairs, a neighing and mooing and clucking and quacking, as everyone in the castle awoke from their long sleep: the servants in the hall, the cook and maids in the kitchen, the gardener in the garden, the groom and the horses in the stable, the cows in the barn, the chickens and ducks in the poultry yard, and even the flies on the wall. But the prince paid no heed to any of this, for he was gazing at the princess.
"Whoever you may be, my life belongs to you," he said. "Will you marry me?"
The princess looked into his eyes, and saw that he was as good and brave as he was beautiful. "With all my heart," she said.
And so they were married with great ceremony and feasting that lasted for three days. Then the prince and princess mounted on the two fastest horses in his stable, and rode to the castle of the king and queen, who were overcome with joy to see their daughter again. As for the prince, though he was surprised to discover that his wife was not a beggar maid after all, he was not happier, for he already loved her more than all the world.
These are a couple of the wax forms but in copper, they havn't been shined up but i am really liking the shapes that i am getting at the moment. There will be lots more to come, but i am feeling pretty good about the presentation to Royal Cornwall Museum on friday, and i have my concept DOWN. So its all good. If protruding bones are such a desired feature within the anorexic community then why has there not been any decoration or adornments to either exaggerate or highlight these features?
So that is what i am making. Jewellery and body adornments to decorate these areas. I am mainly concentrating on the collar bones at the moment, as i have quite prominent collar bones anyway, (when i sit a certain way), but i cant really find anyone who is genuinely anorexic who would be willing to work with me. As of yet anyway.
I will be posting some stuff up later, watch this space.
