I was the eyes and she was the bodyI mean that sounds poetic but really that’s how it workedGirl meets anatomical wax sculptor. Anatomical wax sculptor meets Girl. They fall in love. Or something like that. Bea’s older neighbour was her first love, her first cigarette, her first prosthetic eye.When Bea is invited to the Wellcome Collection to speak about her expertise making glass eyes, she finds herself unable to untie Margot from all that she does.As she tries to unpack her mentor’s effect on her work, Bea must dissect for herself what love really looks like. Isabella Waldron’s electric new play, how to build a wax figure, brings a fresh perspective on queer love, age-gap relationships, and ocularistry.