or When You Were Mine or The Lost Bear

A few things transpired at the same time for this piece to come to fruition.  A good friend went through something we did and it pulled. A good friend had a long journey with the happiest of all outcomes. A big sister geographically lost her first child to time, she grew up. A middle sister struggles with choice to school home or away for her last child, her baby boy; she clings to time. With the death of my father my love falls stronger on my mother and I cling to her. And as Mothers Day comes round another year and white lambs drop into green fields and bleat, time tests me again. Tests us all.

The bear symbolises time and the natural circle of life.

The pain and the joy of it.



For Ed

I did not know Ed but I made a sculpture of him in wax then made a mold and then cast it into bronze and when I looked through the lens as I photographed him, I saw him for the first time, and I saw that he was not with us anymore.

Meningitis took him away from his parents, from his friends and from his future. The meningitis left grief that will remain. It left containers of grief, that spill when jostled or knocked.

The containers are made of egg shells and are so fragile they are almost transparent.

But in time the shells of the eggs will thicken, they will become stronger. The grief will not shrink, it will just be more tightly contained, allowing the shells to move about with more courage. One day they will feel that they can engage freely again with life and they will not break.


Ed was a peer mentor at his school and this is in memory of him to give as an award each year to the best peer mentor for years to come.