‘Lifted’ – the second installment of my ‘what does it meeean’ series of posts about the medal sculpture I have on show in New Zealand.

In all honesty, the idea for this medal was one I didn’t put much thought into before I actually started sculpting it, just got cracking. However, once the initial shape was sculpted it kicked around for a few months and took on various forms before I really resolved the physicality of it.

And what I really mean by that is, that for a while it did look like a literal pile of dog shit. Not kidding.

How it came to be:

Basically I’d been feeling crap. My job sucked, I’d been looking for a new one and that sucked too. But once I knew I’d secured a new job, I actually felt the proverbial weight lift off my shoulders – actually felt lighter. And that dark cloud that had been hanging over my head, clouding my judgement and mood, it just ‘lifted’. Cliche and all that, but it is how it felt.

So I went home that night and made that dark heavy cloud. One side of the medal spells the words ‘Lifted’ in raised font, as in, when you pick it up, the dark cloud has been ‘lifted’ – getit?! The unhappiness and stress that I had felt was now distilled down and represented by this little object that I could pick up and hold.

And then I got thinking, and I didn’t like where it was going…

See the idea that it all rests in your own hands, the idea that all your ‘beef’, your struggles, your heartache, any problem you have, is totally within your power to control, that you can simply pick up that ‘dark cloud’ and all that it represents and lift it away by yourself – that is not something I can fully get behind. Things just ain’t that easy, always.

The last thing I wanted to do was pose such an idea. I hate it when people do that – we constantly hear phrases like, ‘there’s plenty more fish in the sea’, ‘everything happens for a reason’, and my all time fav, ‘time heals everything’. Arghh, not helpful.

But I went ahead and cast the medal in bronze anyway. After all, I can’t control what you’ll take from it, and it had made me think, and thinking is good (I think).

So that’s the story of the cloud, aka ‘Lifted’. Pretty simple thought process. What did you think of it before you read this?

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I am a sculptor, hailing from West Auckland, New Zealand and now reside in London. My main sculptural mediums are ceramics and art medals.

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