Robyn Webster's, Convolvulus Infinitum

I liked the idea of making an infinity symbol from the seemingly endless convolvulus I was dragging out of my garden, as a marriage of meaning and material. As I began to think more about it I felt the parallel with the on-going after shocks was worth exploring: unwanted, on-going,  and coming up to us from out of the dark earth, one of nature's negatives. Those who died are gone for all eternity.

This then was about fear and grief. Fear of what might happen next, grief for who and what had been lost.

By shining a big light onto that infinity symbol we made the shadow much larger than the piece itself, like how fear is often bigger than it needs to be;and how grief diminishes with time... and by changing the colour of the shadow, we referred to our changing levels of strength, our changing perceptions. 
It was great to make a weed into a thing of beauty, by accepting and exploring it's less obvious potentials, and then using light to illuminate it, to give it mood, movement, and the ability to change. 

Lots of good will also come from these most difficult of experiences, our earthquakes.