
About this work / story layer
The story inside Held Under
A country I love is sinking into a calm sea, and only one hand rises from the water to hold it up, refusing to let it go under. On the wall beside it sits a winged child, the oldest emblem of innocence, but he has pressed his hands over his ears and his eyes are left hollow. He will not hear the loss, and he cannot see it. The water is still, the sky is soft, and that calm is the cruelest part: catastrophe arriving without noise. Simone Weil believed that real attention, truly turning toward another person's pain, is the rarest and purest form of love. I made this piece about how easy it is to look away, and how much it costs the thing we abandon.



