I was stencilling text onto discarded furniture in the streets of St Kilda when I noticed the quality of the fabric of dumped mattresses. A whole history of textile design going off to the tip. They were too gorgeous to stencil, too precious to leave. So I started collecting mattresses, piling them onto the roof of my car and taking them home. As the garage began to overflow I wondered what to do next. I wanted to give these mattresses another life.

The pyjamas draw our gaze and invite our touch. Hand-crafted and luxurious, we imagine the feel of the fabric on our skin. But the garments also repel. Once the bed of a person or person unknown, each has an intimate history, and is imbued with dreams and terrors, sweat and desire, fears and passions.