At the Edges
Burnt and painted sticks, ashes, gold and black acrylic, porcelain
There’s a way that sticks hold the possibility of fresh buds within them, like hope, since hope is something that is unseen. And we humans hold hope as we look beyond, when we see new life in what lies dormant or even in what has been cut off. These sticks were torn from trees by wind just as spring growth was about to emerge. But here, they can still embody the spiritual truth that hope begins out of sight, that beauty can come from ashes. From the Winter of Lent, through to the Spring of Easter, a fresh and beautiful growth is at our fingertips, life underneath a layer of death. Hope begins at the edges.