Rachel Goodyear

"I pulled this green cloakroom ticket from my pocket the morning after a night out. It is a souvenir of an event that is a familiar to most. The image of the stag with thread tangled in its horns, like the ticket, is a fragment that suggests a narrative that is taking place somewhere beyond the edge of the paper. This tiny piece of paper, just like the bus ticket it is now displayed upon, is just one out of a whole book or roll, each given to different people, some who I know, others who I may never meet."