TO ALL THE LILLIES
To all the lilies in the Meadow I would like to say my piece,
of how I admire your courage and strength despite feeling weak .
Your presence is forever cherished each petal captures the day,
and although you aren't here for all seasons you still change white from grey.
You take our hearts in your stems and stain our minds with pollen,
to leave behind your precious mark for when your petals have all fallen.
From seedling too full bloom, a single root to leaves,
I understand that extra help needs to be received,
And when the brown of time begins to show its face
don't let that darken or fade your courage and your grace.
And yes, your days may be limited and there is a sadness that hangs around,
it just means you're all the more precious, a light in our lives that can always be found.
So, lilies let me tell you, you are angels in disguise,
so delicate and rare something sacred in our eyes.
Perhaps your breath is shortened, and your words don't sound like mine,
every petal of yours will be held in my palm until it is my time.
And if you are there beside me then we shall go hand in hand,
but if your petals have all fallen, then it is our spirits that will together stand.
CENTRAL SAINT MARTINS: WHITE SHOW
A day can be divided into 24 hours, each hour into 60 minutes, then into seconds, and so on. However, although time can be explained in terms of numerical units, turns of the wave, seconds, and the position of the sun, no unit or measurement can explain the value of the time we spend with Someone who's on their last.
In this project, we were asked to select a word from the given glossary, and I chose 24 hours. A time frame that we grew familiar with from birth. Where the sun comes up and down with the moon reflecting the opposite movements. A time frame that seems so alien when given in terms of life. What would I do if I had 24 hours with those who have passed in my life? Suddenly the time seems enormous, however,r when given only 24 hours with someone before they pass, it seems like the time is too small to even picture.
Say your last words. A phrase we dread. A phrase that most of us never think about and never fear, as it is a phrase too far from our daily reality to lose time thinking about. However, this phrase is a common thought in families with children in need. From the fatal words of diagnosis to treatment, care, and so on, the darkening phrase hangs around like a sickening cloud of inevitability, too dense and too infallible to force away. Yet darkness can only exist in the absence of light; like the sun, itprovides the path for the night.
Therefore, this cloud can be moulded and can fade with the appreciation of the time that we have with them. It is not about the last words that we share but rather the words we exchange beforehand.
I like to think of special children like flowers, lilies in particular. They are delicate, sensitive, and not here for all sseasons however, they are beautiful, special, and rare: something that requires support and encouragement to blossom into something remarkable.
DESIGN & CONSTRUCTION
IMOGEN GREGORY
PHOTOGRAPHY
DARCY SANCHEZ-MOTA JOAO
MODLE
MARGOT KOPPE