Lady Chapel, Saint Andrew's Episcopal Church, St Andrews
Listening...
waiting in the stillness... Silence, Drifting aimlessly, collecting memories, moments, threads woven together Calling.... the wind whistles through the trees. Then as the sun appears on the distant horizon, the feint melody of birdsong becomes a chorus of trumpets. Turning away... A cradle that will never rock, Ashamed. Barren like a flower that will never bloom restlessly tossed this way and that Blessing... Seed pods burst open their contents carried on the breeze bringing new life in abundance. Overcome... Humbled, shrouded in love Devoted Pure, innocent, white, delicate beautiful flowers overflowing, being baptised as the float away Calling... Wind billows and blows The sail fills, responding, following the Saints that have gone ahead, |
This installation was part of the exhibition After The Call organised by Transept, a group of practicing artists studying with the Institute for Theology, Imagination and the Arts at the University of St Andrews
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