I have visited churches where wax relics and body parts are hung in gratitude for prayers that have been answered. After breaking one foot and having a procedure on the other I wanted to represent my feet. Synchronously when making them, I had arrived in Austria, at a time when many people were migrating away from war, or drought or in hope for a better life. Making decisions that are met with our bodies, voting with their feet. The feet are made with layers of wax, leaving a ghostly anatomical impression.