I used the collages and pics of my assemblages to create a sort of Stations of the Cross a couple of years ago.
We placed it in the little garden of a local Community Centre called The Oaks.
People were invited to walk in the garden and pray or meditate..or just sit and be quiet.
This Holy Week we have decided to post some of them in the little front gardens of the gallery here at The Potters House Penketh.
But I've also added some poems which were written for a collaboration that I had with my artist friend..@barbarajones when we walked together in Croxteth Park and Walled Garden once a month for a year.
The poem today was inspired by that walled garden.
But could just as easily be attributed to the gardens in the front of the shop!
They have been left very much to their own devices...and are a bit wild.
I've always loved this verse in the Gospel of Matthew
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin yet I say to you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one
I'm hoping to publish some of the other posters and poems through the week.
So far these two are in the garden.
Stay safe...Stay well.
Station three: Jesus falls the first time