The making of The Sediment of Myself was physically and mentally demanding. The piece grew through repetitive labour; hauling compost, casting Jesmonite, sanding, lifting, and rubbing soil into the surface until it marked both the sculpture and my own hands. The hollow eyes were carved and reworked, packed with compost to hold the same weight I felt while creating them. The process mirrored the work’s theme of mental drowning: slow, heavy, and accumulative, each action building pressure until the installation became a record of the struggle it was born from.