…promises,promises…

Madi Strong

One of the places I lived as child had a promises box. It contained tiny scrolls of paper with verses of scripture, promises, printed on them . I loved the pattern and texture they made standing regimented in their box. Sometimes I would be allowed to take the tweezers and extract a scroll . A good girl would then learn the promise by heart. I was not a good girl. In truth I loved the look and feel of it all the best it was a simple pleasure.

As life progresses we all have many experiences with promises, both good and bad. This small installation reflects on them starting with the beautiful fragile material that is porcelain, which invites touch but is not in this case touchable.