Seldom have I created a piece that speaks to a specific period of time, but 2020 deserved one. Our world was shaken, our truths questioned, our frustrations needed venting, our hurts needed healing.
At the center stand four pillars of truth, marked N, S, E, and W so we can find our way: the things we thought would never fail us. At the bottom left sits Pandora’s open box, said to hold all the world’s troubles, woes, tears, and evil. Watch them fly out and gather at the top right, where they unite into the tumultuous events of 2020 and pour down onto the pillars, shaking our truths.
The water, distilled through our experiences and our adapting pillars, flows back into Pandora’s box and returns hope, the last thing left at the bottom of the empty box. We form our own hope from everything that has happened.