Human

As a child somebody I loved was dying, I remember praying for it not to happen until the day he was finally gone. After that I grew up watching that cross, representative of a meaningful, glorious sacrifice and I didn't see my life reflected on it, where so much of the pain and tragedy was difficult to make sense of. So for once I wanted to show a cross that didn't glorify, that didn't celebrate. That would better reflect the humanity I'd known, the dejected, the naked, the vulnerable. Of a man buried in the shadows of a space he can't escape. For those who have felt pain, have felt doubt, who coexist with their sadness and all the things they've lost. A cross carved from a common space for a man at his most human, a condition from which we so often turn away our gaze.