#BreakWe use this word all the time.We break bread.We take a break.We break down.We break up.We break open.Here, brokenness is transformed. Fragments of colour come together to create something new—a cross, a church—symbols of faith, belonging, and restoration.So,...
We #gather, ready to begin.The Easter Journey.We’ve planned, prepared, and prayed. And now it’s almost here.There’s excitement—but also nerves. Will it go well? Will the pupils connect? Will we remember everything?But then—we pause. We look around. And we remember:...
This is Boltanski’s 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳. The installation doesn’t attempt to explain or resolve. It simply 𝘪𝘴. It offers no neat conclusions. No comforting certainties—only shadows and echoes, restless and shifting. Standing here—a presence hangs in the air, elusive...
There’s something about an #empty church. The way the silence isn’t really silent. It’s full—full of prayers once whispered, songs once sung, tears once shed. The walls remember. The floorboards hold stories. The air carries echoes of something bigger than us,...
Have you ever noticed how light doesn’t ask for permission?It just shows up.It weaves through the leaves, spills over the stone, dances on the water. It doesn’t force itself—it simply is. And in its #bright presence, everything else is revealed.The bridge stands....
There’s something deeply ironic about finding stillness at the beach. The waves never stop—relentless, restless, always in motion—yet we stand at the shore and feel peace. The sea roars, crashes, and recedes, but somehow, in all that movement, we #pause. Maybe it’s...
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