Wednesday, 28 March 2012

No Welcome Home

This piece has been made to sit on the floor in front of the empty hearth in the Gardeners Cottage.  The collected wood has been made into buttons and stitched to make a rug.  It represents those people who were never able to return but also those who visit and tread carefully through what was once someone's home.










He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

William Butler Yeats

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