The Good Cry
I often look at old stained glass windows which have been broken and repaired many times over the centuries. There’s a poignancy about those gentle faces which have been smashed (maybe deliberately) and then patched up.
I wanted to use that kind of imagery to explore thoughts about crying, in particular why men don’t cry as much as women and the harshness of life, with graffitid walls, barbed wire and storm clouds overhead.
As time went on, and Coronavirus arrived to affect us all, I felt the need to change direction a little. I decided to focus more on the universal need to cry, on the power of kindness and compassion and on how crying is healthy, hence the title ‘The Good Cry’.
A singing bird perches on a digital sound wave, because their songs are often lost in today’s noisy world.
There’s also a radio - as music has that special power to brings tears - and some tiny butterflies caught in a net, like the feeling of sorrow in your stomach. The stars symbolise hope.
Pinkie Maclure Stained Glass