Rhianna Marie Carruthers is an interdisciplinary artist based in London, whose practice considers entangled, fairy-tale like narratives of the object and the body, playing with constructions of femininity, and desires endowed with doom under our society. She loves all things tacky, cheap, cute and humorous.

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She is interested in THE COMMODITY SELF – a term coined by Stuart Ewen which refers to the idea of our identities being constructed through the use and consumption of various commodities; that our bodies under capitalism our viewed not wholly but as separate, fetishised parts that should continuously be improved through an accumulation of purchases. Simultaneously, she is interested in the irony of the cute commodity, which, in it’s idealised form, can allow you to enter and leave a fantasy world in rapid succession, offering an escape entrapped in the very thing it offers escape from, and dreams which are made small and easy to crush.

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Her current main medium is that of consumption and object making. Her recent projects (i.e. these shoes weren’t made for walking, a tale of feminine redemption) utilise the edible as a means of temporary, audience-interactive making. Through the edible she hopes to perhaps convey: ideas of recreation through the process of digestion; a desire to be more through overconsumption; a world where you only exist to be used and devalued through being used; a world where everyone is desperate to become something else; seduction; romance; abstraction; nourishment. But who really knows? It's an ongoing investigation. Come take a bite and maybe you’ll help figure it out…

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Aside from this, she’s also interested in the process of becoming in front of an audience, enacted through performative pieces and the process of showing works. She enjoys experimenting with half-formed personas, often animalistic in nature and fraught with pangs of impulsive daydreams. In performing she further considers the commodification of identity, particularly for those of othered identities, and the encouragement to cage, tokenise and dehumanise yourself in order to unlock the keys to the creative’s pedestal.

Her ultimate dream is to become a cat, to start a cat army, and to scratch bite and urinate everywhere in protest of their domesticised image.