This piece is about preserving a sense of belonging. Inside the lantern there is a memory I have of being in a pram, staring at the Christmas lights from under my rain-hood and watching the water streak down the plastic. I realised that while this is an extremely prominent memory and the feeling of security it gives me is very strong it's impossible I can remember it in as much detail as I do. In an attempt preserve this memory I have embellished it each time, distorting what it really was and the sense of belonging it gives me. The lantern embodies this embellished memory. The act of melting creates a shadow of the lantern on paper that more closely resembles the true memory. However, the work became more as it trapped the feelings and sensations of this new memory. The feeling of sitting in the cold for three hours hoping the paper burns as it dries. My hands and face stinging with cold and wanting nothing more than to go inside for a hot chocolate. The thrilling fear of people being interested in my work. The joy when they liked it. The knowledge that I belong where I am.