The angel of North Hatley
8,5 in / 21,5 cm
An angel has lost her way. Rain soaked, she is sitting on a rock, her hair glistening, her waterlogged wings too heavy to fly. She is tired of seeking her way and doesn’t know what to do. Cupping her chin in her hand, elbow on one knee, she is tracing symbols on the ground while waiting for a sign, a gesture.
As children, after playing every game there was, we would sit on the edge of the sidewalk, holding a branch and drawing in the dust.
Anecdote
Sculpture designed in North Hatley. I was in a period of deep questioning, of doubt. I felt completely lost.
Every time I create an abstract entity and wish to personalize a thought, I give my subject a black patina, like the night.
Treatment
Bronze (8.5in/21.5cm). Black patina, bluish hair, green fern and grey rock.
A series of ten and two artist’s proofs.
The angels in the regular series have nothing in their hands. They are pointing their fingers toward the ground.
Only the angels in the artist’s proofs hold a solid ten-carat-gold branch.
