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.

Docket


Just getting a proposal together for this piece and found the words I wrote with it some time ago now.

This started with the idea of a ticket, a letter, a scrap of paper with some potential, the paper holds the figures thoughts.Then listening to Caitlin Rose – Dead Flowers – Dockether song seemed to some up what I have been thinking about but not been able to put into words so well. “I got a docket in my pocket, it says all I ever want is to be free”


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