About Eva Payne’s first body of work

Moving, especially internationally, can be a culturally enriching and liberating experience and yet, paradoxically, the phrase ‘too much of a good thing’ comes to mind. In everything, change is constant, but when applied to me, a physical home is a temporary thing. For my subjective and sentimental series, I use the fleeting medium of light and the transparency of acetate paper and Perspex to satirise the ideal perfect and secure home – it doesn’t exist. These drawings – you can touch and rearrange, alienating the former person’s assemblage of such, so they no longer make sense anymore – the corresponding print below then becomes misplaced. The colour choice of ochre, usually representative of vast landscapes is instead caged within claustrophobic interiors. The Perspex is cluttered with miniature moving boxes; a reality of moving, empty and stamped with postcodes and word motifs, such as ‘CAUTION: EPHEMERAL’ and ‘FRAGILE,’ and acetate paper imprinted with a poem about moving.