Breaking Through
She does not know how long she sits. Time does not exist without light. Eventually she rouses. It does not matter that the low ceiling prevents her from standing; her legs feel too weak to hold even her emaciated weight. So, she crawls. She creeps, her hip tearing against the unfeeling earth. She ignores the bruising flesh – it is nothing compared to the pain of being lost. There is only her hunger to be free.
She smells it first. Cool, but not the cold of earth. Moist, but not the damp of decay. She sees it faint in the distance, a glow, a flicker. Although she has never seen light, she knows it. Slowly, gradually, the ceiling rises. Instinctively, she rises with it. Her stride lengthens, she holds her head high. Every movement calls out her courage, though no-one else shall see it. She knows.
Suddenly - she breaks through. She is in a garden. In the gloaming, she becomes aware. The caress of air awakens her. Delicate foliage brushes against her face, aromatic warmth released from velvet flesh. Ripples of water electric against her skin erode the cold death of earth. She stands a woman stained and scarred yet flecked in gold dust.
She sees colour build in intensity. Her skin gleams bright in a dawn that warms her. Time exists with light.
Elise Haddleton
She does not know how long she sits. Time does not exist without light. Eventually she rouses. It does not matter that the low ceiling prevents her from standing; her legs feel too weak to hold even her emaciated weight. So, she crawls. She creeps, her hip tearing against the unfeeling earth. She ignores the bruising flesh – it is nothing compared to the pain of being lost. There is only her hunger to be free.
She smells it first. Cool, but not the cold of earth. Moist, but not the damp of decay. She sees it faint in the distance, a glow, a flicker. Although she has never seen light, she knows it. Slowly, gradually, the ceiling rises. Instinctively, she rises with it. Her stride lengthens, she holds her head high. Every movement calls out her courage, though no-one else shall see it. She knows.
Suddenly - she breaks through. She is in a garden. In the gloaming, she becomes aware. The caress of air awakens her. Delicate foliage brushes against her face, aromatic warmth released from velvet flesh. Ripples of water electric against her skin erode the cold death of earth. She stands a woman stained and scarred yet flecked in gold dust.
She sees colour build in intensity. Her skin gleams bright in a dawn that warms her. Time exists with light.
Elise Haddleton
She does not know how long she sits. Time does not exist without light. Eventually she rouses. It does not matter that the low ceiling prevents her from standing; her legs feel too weak to hold even her emaciated weight. So, she crawls. She creeps, her hip tearing against the unfeeling earth. She ignores the bruising flesh – it is nothing compared to the pain of being lost. There is only her hunger to be free.
She smells it first. Cool, but not the cold of earth. Moist, but not the damp of decay. She sees it faint in the distance, a glow, a flicker. Although she has never seen light, she knows it. Slowly, gradually, the ceiling rises. Instinctively, she rises with it. Her stride lengthens, she holds her head high. Every movement calls out her courage, though no-one else shall see it. She knows.
Suddenly - she breaks through. She is in a garden. In the gloaming, she becomes aware. The caress of air awakens her. Delicate foliage brushes against her face, aromatic warmth released from velvet flesh. Ripples of water electric against her skin erode the cold death of earth. She stands a woman stained and scarred yet flecked in gold dust.
She sees colour build in intensity. Her skin gleams bright in a dawn that warms her. Time exists with light.
Elise Haddleton
A one of a kind, hand woven textile artwork that is both painting and sculpture, interacting with it’s environment through the play of light and movement of air. This piece has been woven in a meditative flow state and, therefore, brings the viewer into flow as well. As such, it is unique and cannot be reproduced - there is only the one available for sale.
“Praise and blame, gain and loss, pleasure and sorrow come and go like the wind. To be happy, rest like a giant tree in the midst of them all” Buddha.
Dimensions: 600mm wide, 1150mm high, 120mm deep. It is also double sided so can be hung as a room divider.
Materials: OEKO-TEX 100 and GOTS Certified Linen (weft), SAORI Cotton (warp). FSC Certified Tasmanian Oak frame, carefully designed to minimise the use of timber and the carbon footprint of shipping.
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