This ceramic artwork is across three pieces with imagery taken from the poem – the hills, the starlight, the fences..
The poetry is pressed into the clay and glazes added to bring the words and images to life.
The poem reads:
To you whose hope seems stolen, know this tender thing
The bruised old sky above you, which seems to yawn indifference
Is in fact, leaking light
Particles, like this promise
I am here, where you are
For i know what you know, i see what you see
The fences you build are no protection from starlight
For my stars leave no shadow
And in this gentle light
Shy things become possible
The framed piece is 34.5 x 33cm