This intimate juxtaposition of birth and mortality resides in the miniature cots, cradles and incubators. Nostalgia and the longing for what has past, which in itself implies our inexorable journey towards the grave, contaminates these sentimental objects to question the morality of our lived experience. Untitled (incubator) is explicit in it’s reference to the early arrival of mortality at the entrance to life and speaks about the austere vulnerability of birth in practice. The presence of colour neutrality offers a visual reference to birth and innocence. Yet in contrast, the absence of rendered life gives the miniature a ghostly appearance, almost as though the incubator functions as a metaphorical corpse of new-born fatality. The ambiguity and intrigue that surrounds the incubator’s perception is complimented by the seductive quality of the miniature scale; the viewer enters a diminutive world where distress and unease is welcomed and palatable.